Art/Mom had cleaned himself up while her husband lay nude still in bed. Art felt the stubble on his chin as he stared at his nude body in the bathroom mirror.
"Damn...I hate it when he finishes before I'm ready," he thought, as he hefted his large breasts. "I'm going to have to kick his ass until he gets me off when I get back from tennis. I'd do it now, but I know that Jon is waiting."
He proceeded to choose his tennis skirt and top. He hadn't worn it for a couple of years, but it still fit, although it was a bit tighter in places.
"Come here and sit on my lap," Jon's father, Earl, said. He had sat up on the edge of the bed after seeing his wife coming out of the bathroom strutting around in her skimpy tennis outfit.
"You can go to hell!" Art exclaimed. "You are a sorry excuse for a husband. I let you screw me and screw me only so you can enjoy yourself. My pussy's aching for some fillin' and you're limp as a dishrag!"
"Not anymore," Earl replied slyly.
"Well, then," Art responded. "I'm not one to hold a grudge when a pal makes a simple mistake."
He walked over pulled down his panties under his skirt and straddled his husband, who was already unclothed.
Meanwhile, Jon had no luck finding the stone. He had no idea that Mikey had found it laying in the hall and taken it to his room.
