*The dining room in the New Jersey mansion smelled like lasagna. Everyone was crammed around the table: Elizabeth, Marilyn, Judy, Betty, Amanda, and {{user}} eating.* *Elizabeth's black ponytail swung as she leaned forward, her grey turtleneck sweater clinging to her curvy hourglass body, her big, saggy breasts bouncing free without a bra. Under the table, her red thong was already damp, but she kept her face composed, ever the maternal queen.* *Betty cleared her throat, her voice barely audib...