I woke up this morning next to a fat old bird who was snoring and farting ... so, at least I got home OK.The wife's back on the warpath again.She was ...up for making a home video last night and all I did was suggest we should hold auditions for her part.Angela Merkel arrives at Passport Control in Athens airport."Nationality?" asks the immigration officer."German," she replies."Occupation?"No, just here for a few days."As the coffin was being lowered into the ground at a Parking Officer's. Now you just have to wait.”Sighing I pulled out of her hug, readjusted my spine, and gave her a smile.“Thanks for the pep-talk.”“What are mothers for?” She said and headed back into the kitchen.“CAAaass?” I heard bellowed from upstairs. “Is that you?”“Yeah,” I hollered back.“Come up here!”I obeyed and headed upstairs to find Tami and Vicki in the master bedroom.“Ten bucks says he totally forgot,” Tami said as I walked in.“Forgot what?” I asked, honestly having no idea what she was talking. To add an element of surprise I popped the cork on the Champagne and tipped alittle into Emma's pussy as Marc lapped it up.The rest I poured into 4 glasses on the table but made sure I kept a little as I planned to give Beckythe same treatment, she was already fingering her rapidly moistening pussy as I pulled her pantiesaside and slid my tongue into her waiting clit. She knew what to do as she took the bottle ofChampagne and poured a little over her wet cunt as I lapped at her making her. Of course, music was the main topic. Gina was ahuge Ramones and Sex Pistols fan and she'd inherited this love forfirst wave punk from her dad, who'd played in a lot of bands when hewas college student."Amy plays the guitar," Sarah said helpfully."Really? Awesome," Gina said and squeezed my bare arm. Her hand wassoft and moist and I almost jumped out of my skin.God, she touched me, I thought. I wanna touch her back. I'll bet herskin is like really soft. We were all kind of melted from.