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“Well, they seem in a good mood!” Josh observed with a chuckle, sipping his wine carefully as he did not know whether there would be another bottle with dinner or that the bottle he was already on his second glass of was expected to see him and Laura through the meal too. “How have they been?”

“Good as gold, actually!” Laura smiled, fetching her own glass then sitting down and helping herself to the remainder of the bottle. “Don’t worry,” she winked at him, “this is relax-when-you-get-home wine, there’s another bottle for dinner.”

“Sounds like she really is trying to get my drunk!” Josh laughed, still only taking small sips, wanting to pace himself. “You did warn her about the sweet spot, right and she knows not to get me totally paralytic? Or is she planning on mixing ground-up Viagra into my dessert?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her, honestly!” Laura laughed. “But no, don’t worry. We talked about it. She’s just young and enthusiastic and doesn’t like to do anything by halves!”

“So I noticed!” Josh chuckled again, taking another sip. “I hope the girls enjoy tomorrow.” he observed in a thoughtful tone, staring down into the glass and looking at his own distorted reflection on the surface of the dark liquid. “Must as I enjoy…” he thought for a moment, “all this,” he continued euphemistically, waving in hand in a circle to indicate the atmosphere in general and the way their lives had become, “I do want to get a bit more, you know, Dad-stuff in while she’s still around.”

“I totally understand.” Laura leaned forward and kissed him lovingly, reminded as she so often was of the sweet nature that had made her fall in love with him in the first place. “Oh speaking of which, I made a few phone calls today and got the ball rolling on that other thing we talked about.”

“Oh?” Josh sipped his wine again. “How did that go?”

“They were quite keen on the idea,” she smiled, “apparently we’ve already been given rave reviews from the critics that really matter! They do want to meet with us, if you can maybe get a morning off next week? Or a few hours at least?” Josh nodded, certain that something can be arranged. “And they do want to come and check out the house but they assured us that’s more of a formality under the circumstances.”

“Makes sense.” Josh agreed. “They have to be seen to be doing their due diligence after all.”

“It would have to be a temporary arrangement at first,” Laura continued, sipping her own wine, “but with a view to making it permanent if everything works out.” Samantha and Amelia came back into the kitchen at that point to collect the bowl of salad and the other bottle of the same delicious red wine which Amelia had picked to go with the pizza. They also retrieved that large bottle of cola that Laura had allowed them to get for themselves out of the fridge where it had been chilling since they got home.

“I don’t suppose either of you are planning to put any clothes on to eat dinner?” Laura asked, resigning herself to already knowing the answer.

“Do we need to?” Samantha asked with feigned innocence. “Surely this is better than risking spilling anything on our nice clothes?”

“Good point.” Laura chuckled. “I would say the pizzas need another ten minutes.”

“Hmm what can we do until then?” Amelia asked, sliding onto Josh’s lap again with her arm around his shoulders. “Can you think of a good way to pass ten minutes?”

“One or two!” Josh winked. Both girls giggled then whispered too each other and Amelia got off Josh’s lap and knelt in front of him under the table while Samantha did the same with her mum, reaching up to unzip and pull down Laura’s jeans and panties, something that she silently lifted herself out of the seat slightly to facilitate, while Amelia unzipped and reached inside Josh’s trousers and pulled out his thick, hard manhood before taking it in her mouth.

“Just a little taster of what I have for you tonight!” Samantha grinned at her mum before burying her face between her warm thighs and beginning to tease her with her tongue.

“So, how was your day at the office?” Laura asked conversationally, sipping her wine and squirming in her seat as her eleven year old daughter went to town between her legs.

“Oh, so-so. You know!” Josh responded casually, joining in with the pretence that he was not currently being pleasured under the table by the lips and tongues of a pre-teen nymphomaniac! “Pizza smells good!”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Laura agreed. “The girls did an excellent job. They are both very diligent.”

“That they are!” Josh nodded, hearing muffled giggles from under the table. “That they are! So have…” he took a sharp intake of breath as Amelia’s skilful tongue tickled the very sensitive head, “you heard… from my parents yet?”

“Not.. Ooh! Yet.” Laura managed to gasp out a reply, leading to more giggling from the kneeling girls. At that point, both she and Josh gave up trying to have a conversation and just relaxed into the pleasuring the girls were eagerly administering.

“Time...for your...appetiser, little piggy!” Josh gasped a second before shooting his hot, thick load down Amelia’s waiting throat. At almost the same time, Laura’s whole body shuddered and she slammed her hands down on the table. Josh closed his eyes, feeling as if he were floating as Amelia sucked every last drop from him and licked him clean before crawling out from under the table and standing up proudly, grinning at Josh who pulled her in with an arm around her waist for a long, slow kiss.

“Is the pizza ready yet, Mummy?” Samantha asked sweetly as Laura stood to fix her clothing, rather envious of Josh’s far easier and discreet operation.

“Why don’t you check?” she suggested and Amelia joined Samantha, once again with one hand each in the conjoined mitts, carefully lowering the door of the oven and sliding out their creations one at a time.

“Those look so delicious!” Josh observed, looking towards the oven when the two naked girls were bent over to retrieve the second pizza.

“I know, right?” Laura grinned. “And the pizzas don’t look bad either!”


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