My wife’s towel was small and her ass could be seen. The maid was staring at it. Manoj got up and took the pile of clothes to the washing machine an...d wore his dress. The maid also saw him nude as he put on his shorts. She asked him if he did not wear any undies. He said, most of his undies were lost here so he doesn’t wear one while coming to massage us. The maid was now smelling the cum from the cloth and said it does not smell like oil to my wife. My wife said casually that the mess was made. It was a certainty in my mind. That what tentacle monsters do and one was standing over me. As I looked up at the monster with fear filled eyes, my body had turned to jelly. I could not make myself run. The terror had a firm grip on me and I could not even manage a whimper.“I knew it would be like this... that is why I did not want you to see me.” The monster said in Bob's lovely voice. My previously fear numbed brain said “WHAT THE FUCK!!!!”. My eyes darted over him. Bob was a big monster.. Plus on the outside chance that it doesn’t work then I still come home to three amazing women. Either way, I’d call that a happily ever after.’ He took another bite. Gwen seemed a little more satisfied with that answer. Her only concern being that Jamie would be disappointed. After all it was never nice to think you’d won the lottery only to be told you were actually a number out when you tried to cash in the ticket. The three of them ate their sandwiches and as they were chatting about where. I love to sit on her lap and rest my head against her soft breasts. One day when I was sitting on her lap I was feeling giddy, I kissed her cleavage and rubbed my face against them. I could feel her nipples harden through the blouse she was wearing. “Mmm”, she moaned, “that feels good, please don’t stop”. I saw her hand moving between her thighs. “Grandma, what are you doing down there with your hand?” I asked her. “This is what a woman does to make herself feel good. See.” And she slipped her.