She rubbed her hands over my buns, down the backs of my thighs, then back up along the insides. Her fingers brushed against my balls, as if by acciden..., then her hands were on my buns again. She leaned forward and I felt her breath first, then the tip of her tongue as she ran it up along my crack, bottom to top. She pushed my cheeks apart, just a bit, and did it again, then held them further apart and blew lightly on my asshole.They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but for. Fortunately, the women, all 29 of them, had discussed this matter almost from the moment of arrival back at the cave. I was grateful because that saved me from having to get involved. The upshot was that all of the women agreed to multiple marriages.The next question was which of the new women went with which of the men, and what were we going to do about the five surplus women. In essence, it meant that every man was going to have three wives, and some men were going to have four. Shit, I was. And as far as Arthur was concerned, he had come to the point where he almost slobbered when Amanda was involved in anything. “She thought the idea of a car was outstanding.”“Car? A new car?”“Yes Arthur, she even suggested a Cooper Mini.”“Jesus Mary, she’s even going along with an idea to bankrupt us?”“Arthur, you’re VP of sales, how much money are you making?”“I know Mary, but the BROADMOOR, for crying out loud, and a CAR. Isn’t that just a bit extravagant? And with Lee in college?”“He’s on a. ”“So that’s not working at all,” he says, seeming to take a moment to ponder this revelation. “Okay, so he’s not my brother, but I’m not gay either.”“You fuck each other in the ass, right?” Tabitha scoffs. “I mean you two certainly are fucking each other and you plan to get married.”“Indeed,” he answers. “But it doesn’t mean we’re gay. We both like women just as much as men. But we live happily together and we want to get married and share the same things as straight married people do. It’s.