I hoped I had bred Courtney.I was so corrupted by the phone. It was shocking what it had led me to do. A week ago, I was struggling with the ethics of...fucking anyone besides my wife. Now... Now I was hoping to breed the three barely legal beauties writhing in my living room.“Sam!” Courtney squealed. The girl writhed from my daughter's naughty feasting. Sam's supple back flexed as she squirmed atop her friend.Moans came from the other side of the room where Rita and Tammy still sixty-nining.. "I can try." It would please me if you did." Then I'll definitely try." And you'll sleep on the idea of meeting."The trembling didn't stop. If anything, it got worse. "Yes, Sir. I'll sleep on it." Okay, and I want you to remember a few things." Yes, Sir?" Firstly, I want you to remember that we are simply two people who are curious about each other. Secondly, that we appear to 'connect' and very importantly we can laugh together. And lastly, we are attracted to one another. It's as simple as. It was their 'date' night. It heldthe possibility for romance. But alas, to Ellen it was not spontaneousand everything but romantic. It primarily meant she didn't have tocook, a chore she hated. They would go to their favorite restaurant.Dependable George would order the same thing he always did, 'Shepard'sPie' and unsweet ice tea. Ellen made it a point to try anything newwhen it showed up on the menu and to have a different cocktail or twoeach time.After they got home, George disappeared. I took a deep breath and started toward the doorway. Unlike the guys in school who always sauntered around the locker room with their big cocks a-swinging, my flaccid little willie just stuck out and bounced slightly as I walked. There were three well-muscled jock types standing in the main aisle talking as I walked out of the shower room. Two were black and the other was a well-tanned blonde surfer looking dude. As one they looked my way as I entered and I could feel myself getting red with.