He wasn't used to being 'shooed'. He appreciated Marge's good intentions, but would have preferred a drink together watching the sunset, then retreat ...o the bedroom for some fun. Sally had a dose of the cleaning bug, like Marge, but he had cured her of putting it ahead of more important things. Glenda didn't seem to have the bug at all. In the morning he would have gladly pitched in with the cleaning and dusting. They would have been done in no time. He didn't want to growl at Marge. She was. She was struggling to get thoughts through the pink fog of her cottoncandy mind, but she knew she liked being around Sam.Looking in the mirror she squealed in delight. "I got hotter Sam!"Sam looked over and was shocked. Apparently the mental changes weren'tthe only thing amplified last night. Kitty was now sporting perky breaststhat surpassed porn-size and ballooned decidedly into bimbo territory.Her lips had also plumped further into a permanent pout. Perhaps mostsurprising though, it looked. And asked us maybe we can masturbate one to another. He was realy pushy, and we agreed. So that was the order that we was on the bed, me by the wall, touching my friends dick with right hand, he was touching one more guy, that guy was touching the Kisser and that kisser was on the knees on the bed so he can reach me. So there it was, I was touching, well, not even touching, but stocking another mans cock. By the way, the cock I touched was the best of us four, it was about 20cm, thick, uncut,. " We're almost there," he smiled wickedly and turned off of the highway in a seedy part of town. I was getting a bit worried when I saw the bums on the side of the road with their shopping carts piled with old clothes. I looked at the desperation on their faces and then at Tyler. What was he thinking? Where was he taking me? "Don't look so worried. I think you're going to love this place." What place?" I watched as he turned the car into the parking lot of an old book store. I was confused.