Whoever's cock was available just dropped his trousers and pants to his knees and laid down. I hitched up my skirt, pulled the gusset to one side and ...owered myself down on the cock in question. If there was just time for a quickie then we had the same clothing arrangements but I bent over the table in the traditional way.If we were interrupted then I just stood up, my skirt or dress took up it's proper position and I picked up the two mugs, that I always left on the table, and put them in the. The conversation drifted on to other topics then; as was usually the case when they all got together.Everyone had so much to talk about, that one person could only be the centre of attention for a brief time. It was a great system for being able to talk about your life, without feeling as if your privacy had been totally trashed.The afternoon sped by and come teatime there was the sound of the front door opening. Her dad walked into the room and there was a general chorus of; "hi's" and. Bobby and Jamal are handling all the medical bills. They both have a lot of money as you know. You and the baby will be moving to one of their condos today. I guess it is a real nice place on the edge of the hood. It was decided you and I will live there and you will have my support for as long as you want. Jamal has to go back to Panama to finish his tour. Donna, whom you know, may be living there for a while as well...she will be having another baby soon. I don’t know that entire story, but. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t tired, just that she wasn’t all that tired.“What were you reading?” Betsy asked.“A murder mystery,” the man answered holding the book up so that she could see the cover.“Is it any good?”The driver said, “It’s okay. It’s kind of weird, but it seems to me that all of these stories are about murder victims who are rich. I read a lot of murder mysteries and they’re all the same. I’d kind of like to read one where the victim is a regular person.”“So write one,” Betsy.