Poor Mike, she thought to herself ... what am I gonna tell him? She spent several minutes lying in bed and watching her companion as he worked on his ...aper. She mulled over what to say to him. At first she wanted to tell him what had happened a few hours before; that she had found out that there was a very important part of their relationship that she would be incapable of giving him.However, second thoughts entered her mind about that idea. Was it really necessary to tell him ... about that. Pop the marker into my mouth for safe keeping (I do enjoy my own taste), rolling my panties down my legs and tossing them in a damp ball off to the side.I fuck my eager pussy with the marker, it glides in easily. I slowly tease myself. It feels so good, yet leaves me needing more. Needing to be filled. To satisfy my sexting lover, I place the well lubed marker against my little pink asshole and apply some pressure. It slides in half way with only the slightest effort. I reach around and snap a. This time she knew she was dreaming, and she watched her dream unfold with interest. She was looking out the window toward the street in her dream, something she almost never did in real life. A dark green car pulled up to the curb, and uniformed men got out. In her dream one of them was obviously a Chaplain. She gasped, there in her dream, and her real body gasped too. She turned around, but she was alone in the house. She called for her parents, her sister, anybody, but only silence was. I don't have to listen to you."Lauren nodded in agreement, "Yeah! You're just the hired help. And weare staying with Abby in the mansion. So you can drop us off there."Lauren crossed her legs, and the other girls followed suit. Then theycrossed their arms underneath their modest chests.Tony's eyes widened, "What the-...goddamn Stepford Wives?" He staredintensely at the girls. He was honked at again for idling at a greenlight, and quickly pulled away, jumping onto the expressway at topspeed.I.