"I'll pass, for now. Besides, the Bears are playing today in one of those special Saturday games." Shopping," Vicky stated and stared at Jackie, "alon...!" Oh, all right. But that means we go shopping tomorrow without you!" Jackie replied.Bill tried to look sorrowfully at Jackie, but couldn't keep from smirking a little. "I guess I'll have to go with you tomorrow," he pouted, "and you'll have to watch the Bears with me today." Yes, dear," Jackie leered, "and I'll probably have to sit in your lap. "I can see why some girls like to do that. Both the guy and the gal can cum, pretty much at the same time." She looked at me and one of her funny grins came over her face. "I've heard girls say they don't like it. I can't understand why."I smiled and reached over to gently stroke her arm. "We've discussed this before, that what we've been doing is 'making love'. There's a difference between making love and fucking. Farm animals fuck because there is no love between them. With humans, if both. Kay feels surreal, high on wine, hot from hours of longing looks and careful caresses, getting nailed long and well ... while the couple keeps talking about their daily chores and routine. Kay is simply too turned on to wonder how this all works out well for that woman, who doesn't show signs of arousal from watching them two, as she would have.Kay is extremely horny by now. The soft cloth of the table at her hard nipples, caressing her breasts and belly. Her Pool Prince pounding her pussy as. He wore khaki shorts and a shirt that was too gaudy to be anything other than his given work shirt. Mark guessed that the boy had been making his deliveries by bike, because the musky scent of his perspiration was quite strong the moment she opened the door.Mark took all this in a matter of moments, and said nothing while she observed. The delivery boy almost immediately exclaimed,"Holy SHIT! A Fifi mask???? Where'd ja..."The boy's question was cut off as he saw the look of confusion spread.