Any of you all ever have to change plans at the last minute?

So, my wife said to me that she wanted to sit on a big Banana Cream pie and get pied on her breasts for Pi(e) Day. We went to the store, looking for pies and, wouldn't you just know it, no big pies to be found. She noticed that they had plenty of mini pies though. We ended up buying 10 packs of mini pies (thank God for self check out) and came home. Once home, we let the pies thaw out and got down to business. She put on her sexiest school girl costume, placed 6 of the mini pies on my lap, over my manhood and let the games begin. After slowly rocking and bouncing her butt up and down,those pies were destroyed. Now for her chest. Each of these mini pies being able to fit in the palm of my hand, 2 pies per pack, I now have 14 mini pies left to do whatever we want. Smashed pies on her breasts, her ass, panty stuffing, she even braved a mini pie to the face and a pie sandwich for the first time ever. I was over the moon.
Needless to say, I'll never complain about a change of plans again!