Stay with us, play with us, start your life again with us,” I say smiling at her. “I don’t know. You probably don’t have enough room for an old lady like me,” she says obviously seeking a bit of sympathy. “Well, think about it. cum I know you would enjoy the whole West Coast atmosphere. I have a very active sexual playgroup that would take to you quite well. You would end up all wobbly-legged after my group has their way with you. Now, let’s go see the gals,” as I open the door. “This way, follow me,” Melanie directs. CHAPTER 2 The stout man that announced us, now asks if we were hungry as the chef was cooking and needed to know if all four of us were staying for dinner. “What is the chef making?” I ask. “Maine lobster with melted garlic butter, scalloped potatoes, and sautéed green beans. He is paring the lobster with a dry Chardonnay.” The stout man tells me. “Yes, all four of us are staying for dinner,” I answer. “Godfrey, they all are staying until after Bob’s funeral. Please make up two bedrooms for our guests,” Melanie directs. “Yes, Ma’am,” he says as he waddles away. Melanie takes Brunette me into this large den looking room, rich in dark brown leather furniture. I see Jill looking at her cell phone handling text messages. Dakota and Tina have their earbuds in and are listening to music. Dakota spots us first and gets up to greet us. Jill asks, “All caught up, are you?” She says girlfriend smiling. “Yep,” I quip. Melanie and Ex GF I sit down on the far side of Jill. Dakota eyeballs me. She knows that Melanie just had her hands on me, after all, she worked here for a couple of years before they tossed her at Jill and me. The five of collegegirl us begin talking about Bob’s funeral which had already been planned. He was to be cremated and a small celebration of life ceremony catered by Emeril Lagasse. He’s already been notified. Oh, you are not allowed to cross your legs either." "Why are you here?" she asked as she got to girlfriend her feet. I had no idea I could take so collegegirl much futa-cock in me. My back arched as she stretched my quivering cunt wider and wider open. They turned up into Mary's driveway. And then it did. My eyes fluttered. I nodded. I ask Tawny where she lives now. The knott holding it inside. I groaned as my daughter buried her face between them. He had cum on a pair of Brunette tan, pleated trousers. She Ex GF wanted Rex to pound her little cunt.