nightstand. Maybe if she let Adam fuck her at night. She bit her lip; Adam just picked up the pace. Maybe Steve would get on board with Ikea if she showed him prices for a pre-assembled nightstand.
She put the furniture on the back-burner and switched back to the long email she was writing to her new client. These people had asked so many questions, she had had to write them all down in a to-do list, work through them all. Linda had been writing this all day with no end in sight. At least Adam had listened to the details of her plight and offered himself up. He picked up the pace again and she came with convulsions before writing down a single word.
Then Adam pulled her to the edge of the bed, standing up in front of her and putting his big dick in. His turn. As the words flowed out of her fingers her son thrust in and out of Linda, giving her the inspiration for many a boring paragraph of PR jargon that the world would forget in two months. It felt good to write while being manhandled, thrust in and out of, used. When her son came in her, she resolved to finish the email when somebody would be fucking her again.
An hour or so later Lisa received a guest. Her friend, Emma, came over, as planned, to study for the Math test. Lisa was good at Maths, but this time she wanted to score the highest of all the girls in class, for some simple reason: Mr Klein would eat out the best female student. Cheap motivation, some would say, but effective. Sure, the girls had all had Mr Klein before, but usually, as a rule, he did not give head. This was therefore a grand prize, and Lisa wanted to win it. Lisa really liked him too. She blew him for the first time the day after her eighteenth, and fucked him dozens of times since.
They studied in the living room, where Adam took Emma in his lap and groped and fingered her. The older Adam tried once or twice to give math advice, but his answers always sounded like questions; he was not really sure of anything. As soon as Emma reached a climax he got up. "Math is boring," he declared, and said he would go over to the Masons. Mrs Mason, ten years older than Lisa's and Adam's mother, was a favorite fuck of his. He was told to have fun and the girls could study in peace. They put vibrators in and, over their sweet humming, tried to seriously discuss and regurgitate the topics Mr Klein tried to explain to them.
They came away at least a little smarter. "I just hope my dad will fill me up tonight. He's always so tired," Emma said as she climbed on her bike.
After the sun set, Lisa sat in the kitchen. Not in a chair, but in her mother's lap, her legs over her mothers. Linda was idly fingering her daughter while on the phone with her sister, whom Lisa knew as Aunt Cassie. They sat in front of the table; Lisa had agreed to cut up the vegetables in exchange for pleasantries.
"Well, Cassie, dad's done plenty in his time, right? There's an end to everything. And mom can still suck him off. And us, if we visit." The doctor had ordered Lisa's grandfather not to actively engage in sexual activities, which was a pity. Lisa had only had him once, which had been a great time. But his hip was grating on him, apparently. Like Linda said, there was an end to everything.
The carrot in front of her was dissolving below the knife. They really had to be careful with this. If her mom would do too good a job, that knife could really ruin her orgasm. "No, yeah, I'm just here with Lisa," Linda said. "She's preparing the vegetables while I finger her. Oh, yeah, it's a trade. She
loves
fingers. But you know that." She
did
know that. Cassie was more modern; with her assortment of vibrators, inserts, fuck machines. This house was more traditional with those things. Yet Cassie had given Lisa her first vibrator, and it saw regular use. Lisa would bet good money that Cassie had one in right now. Or one of her, Lisa's, cousins.
