I remembered the walls in the kitchen were always lined with dozens of cookie jars, back then. *** For the rest of junior high and for most of high s...hool we were known as the two M&M’s. We always argued about which M came first, Mary or Madison. I argued it was me because alphabetically my name came first but I always let her win, I liked it when she won. She was the chocolaty and sometimes bitter inside, and I was the sweet and shiny, nicely labeled M, outside. She was soft and curvy, and I. ‘Rather than having you come over and help us with our interior decoration, I need Dave to come and help me install some mirrors in the right places,’ said Eric, rubbing it in. Karen blushed again understanding what he meant. Tim and Wayne, however continued to look non-plussed. ‘All right, Karen. Assume the position,’ said Eric. Karen looked at the three of them, blushed again at the thought of what was to come and knelt on the chair facing the mirror. Tim and Wayne, were now looking with. (Wink, wink!) Anyway, I watched from my spot, not really able to hear what they were saying. My wife kind of walked around the small space as the guy that was with her talked and motioned with a hand holding a sketchbook. He didn’t look all that bad. He was a little taller than her five foot six, with curly brown hair and a goatee that was trimmed around the mouth and dipped at least to his Adam’s apple. I guess he did kind of look like an artist. He had on black jeans and a pale blue. It’ll be more romantic with just the two of us.” Nicki burst out laughing. “Romantic? I want fucking!” With the three of us looking at her, Nicki pulled her top off, revealing the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen. Her virtually black areolas were wide, and when she tweaked her nipples, they grew to an enormous size, both in length and width. I placed my hands upon them as she slipped her bikini bottoms off. “Right, Mister Englishman, you’re gonna have wild fucking sex.” She ripped my.