“And tyrants, war criminals, warlords, terrorists,” I noted, wanting rid of all that scum from my future utopian society.“Fair enough. No one wo...uld miss that sort, to put it mildly,” Dad agreed, even as Aunt Tessa and Mom kept swapping laps between him and me.“Alright, tell the truth here ... I want honesty ... no, I demand it!” I insisted now, “Any arsonists, embezzlers, junk bondsmen, extortionists, racketeers, inside traders, cat burglars, armed robbers, blackmailers, con artists, home. The two women got up. The older one went upstairs and the blonde went to the kitchen. It was time to go.The guys got dressed. Kelly looked for her T-shirt. The Man said that her and Maria’s dress were dirty and his housekeeper--he nodded toward the kitchen--would launder them. He hugged the girls while he was still naked at the door and felt up their asses as he did. The girls left naked and walked down the driveway to the car parked in the street.They went back to Kelly’s house. Moogie,. How I managed to hold out, I don’t know. She worked my cock in and out of her mouth, slowly and deliberately sucking on it, as though she had never experienced the joys of such pleasures before, or perhaps, because she had, and she knew she was good at it. When she ran her tongue up the back side of my shaft and starting humming as she pressed her lips to that special spot where the foreskin folded back, I just knew there would be a huge uncontrollable eruption.“Hold on baby,” she declared,. She smiled at Emma and rolled onto her stomach, facing the young girl, closing her eyes, expectantly. Emma slipped onto the flagstones and tipped a little lotion onto her fingers."Hey, you don't have any brastrap marks, you know." she observed as she rubbed her fingers over Lauren's shoulders. The lotion felt slippery, soothing and Lauren allowed herself a little peek at Emma, her nipples tantalisingly close. She reached out with her right hand and found her bottom, caressing it as Emma poured.