I was staring at the book. It could have been written in Albanian for all I knew. I was struggling, wanting to squeal from the sensations Gemma was gi...ing me and it was taking an immense effort to remain composed. I made a little whimper as Gemma’s tongue lapped up the length of my inner lips and then she rolled the tip of her tongue around my clit. “Ooooh.” “Shhhhhhh!” More giggles. “Oh fuck Gemma...that’s too much,” I whispered. Her nose was pressed into my clitoris as her tongue flicked in. Okay," she continued with a chuckle. "Let me rephrase that. What were you guys doing in the General's office?"Adapting her typical female response, "Talking about man things," he teased.Arlene chimed in with, "Daddyyyy, you know what she means." And besides," Susan added, entering the conversation, "you know what weddings do to women." Uh, nooo," Jeff returned, trying to look mystified."It makes us horny," Nat, Nicky and Whitney said in unison, just to show they could.Jeff continued trying to. “Is this helping you to remember?” she asks with a sultry voice.“Yes,” Junior says, swallowing hard.Penelope’s hand squeezes him lovingly. Then she licks the tip of his prick. The goat gasps, thrusting his hips off the stairs at her. He’s playing us. He’s going to be just like his father. It’s just a trick to get laid. The witch smiles at the goat, releasing her grip on him. Regardless of what Hazel says, Penelope is in charge and she is incredibly wet—wet because of the situation she is in now. “Here’s his number. He lives in Round Rockand he’s bi-sexual like your husband, too.” “How do youknow?” asked Pam.“I used to date him,” replied Diane. “We always did 3-somes. It’s how I met my husband.”Pam laughed. “You, your husband, and him?” Dianenodded. “Do you still see him?” Diane smiled.Pam looked at her husband. “Should we call him?”Norman nodded. “I want to. But it’s up to.