"How's your mother?" He felt odd talking with his wife and fending off Patsy at the same time.

"She's…" She almost cried. "She's fine," she finally managed to say. "The operation turned out to be for her appendix. She's as healthy as you or I. You know how my mother [missing text]."

"Yeah," Ray said, surrendering to Patsy's hand.

"Is my sister there?" Gretchen's voice was brittle.

"Hold on, I'll get her." He swallowed the lump in his throat and covered the mouthpiece. He squirmed away from Patsy's grasping hand.

Patsy giggled. Devilment glittered in her blue eyes. "Does Gretchen want me?" she whispered.

He nodded and put his mouth back to the phone. "She'll be here in a minute."

Gretchen stifled an urge to cry. She waited. "Sis," Patsy bubbled, taking the phone from Ray's hand. "How's mom?" She snuggled in Ray's arms and placed his hand over the meaty fullness of her tit. She squeezed his fingers, sinking them into the flesh.

"She's fine, Patsy." At this moment she hated her younger sister with all her heart. "I'm bringing her home this afternoon. It was only her appendix."

"When are you coming home?" Patsy was happy about her mother, but wanted to know how long she would be able to have fun with Ray.

Gretchen thought for a moment. "Probably tomorrow night or the following morning." A wisp of a plan was forming in her mind. "Maybe you can make dinner for Ray tonight."

"I'd love to," Patsy squealed. She reached down and squeezed Ray's cock.

I knew you would, Gretchen thought. "Don't neglect Tony," she said aloud.

"I won't Gretchen," she giggled. "Tell mom hi and I'll call her tonight."

"Don't call tonight," Gretchen said quickly. "She'll be tired. Wait until tomorrow night. I'll call before I leave and you can talk to mom."