Jill kicks my foot, rousing me. “C’mon slut, we have to at least do some work today.”“Do we?” I whine. “You’re no fun.” She knows I me...n the exact opposite of that. I watch her mop up the remainder of the lady cum from between her legs while Margaret continues making love to her double-dong, and Rick’s rubber pussy makes slurpy sounds as he does his best to impregnate the thing. Spencer and Danielle have already left. I wait until Jill begins untangling her pink thong before I stir. I have my. The effect is amazing, my medium sized 36B's are sticking out like double D's, offered like ripe fruit on a plate for whatever hand cares to test their firmness. My nipples are beginning to harden in anticipation, peeking over the front of the bra, will I really have the nerve to wear this?But there's more to the outfit yet. I pick up the suspender belt next. A black PVC waspie with six whipcord thin straps with metal clips. I fasten it round my waist, sucking in a little as I do up the twelve. Approaching the door to the workshop, I found that it was unlocked. Pushing it open a little, I glanced toward the sound and saw a woman hunched over one of the machines. The fact that it was a woman didn't throw me so much as that she was wearing a short blue-jean skirt with nude-colored stockings and heels. She had terrific legs that had just the right amount of muscle tone. I always disliked the skinny legs on girls depicted in all the clothing ads. Gerry was a lucky guy to have a woman. If you look at the schedule, we have the Sears Tower, then lunch at Giordano’s, and then the Wendella river sightseeing tour. Once that’s done, the out-of-town folks are heading for the airports and the Chicago folks will do their own thing.”“Thanks for organizing all of this,” I said.“I enjoy doing that kind of stuff, but you know Keri and Michelle did most of the legwork.”“I know. But somebody has to ride herd on everyone!”“Sorry about your Penguins,” Ben Jackson said about thirty minutes.