Dad jokes that he’s just waiting for me to get old enough so we can turn this into a champagne brunch.I set the table, finished plating up the panca...kes and sausage, and called up the stairs to Mom and Dad to let them know that breakfast was ready. They came down in a few minutes. They filled up their coffee mugs while I poured myself a big glass of milk and then we all sat down for our breakfast. A lot of the conversation around the table was last-minute teasing about the gifts we’d bought for. "Please put this inside me," she pleaded.“I let her grind a few more seconds, then simply replied, “OK”Layton responded by putting her hands on my chest, her breasts dangling. She reached a hand back and positioned the head of my dick at her entrance and then brought both her hands back up to my chest. Her face changed, gape mouthed, smiling and nodding, as she descended on my dick. We moaned into each other's mouths as we both enjoyed the sensation of me filling her up.This sex was polar. Just as if somebody was to ask me what the three of us did after dropping off Julie, I will only ever say we hung out and talked. And nothing else, ever.” Kimmie reached up and put her hand over mine and squeezed as she looked over her shoulder into my eyes.“If you want, let’s just say Linda or I could ask and see if they are comfortable with you knowing. And if they say yes, we will add a bit more. If they say no, we will never mention it again. I have a feeling you might get some more. “And pour me some more.” Chuck climbed out of his seat and opened the back door. He laid the back seats flat and spread out three beach towels. He closed the door then opened the rear hatch. He walked back to the drivers’ side and shut off the interior lights. He put himself on the flattened seats and Roman joined him with vodka and loud. Chuck pulled him into his lap. He killed his drink then took another two hits of the weed. Then he nibbled on Roman’s neck. “You feeling it yet,” Chuck.