As Bugs turned the key in the ignition he said, “I’ll be damned if she didn’t take the bait.” “Yep,” answered Sarge. “Me and ole Sparky ...opper used to pull this years back, way before Sparky made Captain.” “Aw, really?” “Sure, we used to do real good pickin’ up waitresses from the old Western Sizzlin’.” Bugs shook his head, “I sho’nuff miss the old Western Sizzlin’, they had the best t-bones in town.” “They had some fine big tittied waitresses, too,” declared Sarge. “I knew one that could suck. " MY underwear was dark blue. Cotton, of course, but the color was a simple choice. A sale somewhere. She bounced over me and slid her legs under the covers and turned to face me."Now, about all those kisses, sir ... what effect do you imagine that has on me?" Insanity of a more or less temporary nature," I said."You don't get off that easily." Then she giggled. "Possibly a poor choice of words." And she kissed me. And I kissed her back. That thin cotton material of our ersatz pajamas offered. He ran his hand several times from her shin to her knee. He dropped his voice low and leaned close to her."...and Auntie's thighs are so strong clasping me as I... fuck her...."He had avoided using the f-word to her so far, but he did so now, guessing -- rightly -- that she would find it arousing. She gave a little gasp of surprise but did not reprimand him.Again he removed his hand from her for a few moments, then slipped one finger between her dress buttons to meet the soft smooth skin of her. Stacy and Ginger were in our bed doubled over with laughter and trying to think up what to do next. They were also sharing the dish of ice cream.I said, “How’d Jillian take it?”Ginger said, “Oh, she played it straight, as though her fucking somebody while others walk by or talked to her was normal behavior for the household. She did have an orgasmic blush about her.”Stacy looked at me and started, “Hey, maybe you could...”I interrupted, “No! We’ll leave them be at this point.”Stacy said, “Then.