There was no help for him on the piece of paper, however. He was on his own trying to convince Carol to join them for the week-end. What else was he s...pposed to say to convince her? ‘Lucy was very insistent that you be here Carol,’ he said, hoping he did not sound quite as pathetic to her as he sounded to himself. ‘I understand,’ she replied, ‘but I’ve thought about it…and what you’re suggesting… what Lucy is suggesting, actually… I’m not sure it’s a good idea.’ ‘Can you be more specific?’ Jon. (In my opinion, there are few things in life more satisfying, and more wondrous, than making a man hard with your mouth. The sensation of expanding flesh between your lips just has to be experienced to be believed. But then again, I guess if you have persevered this far with my sweet cocktail, then you yourself have already been drunk?) Then, at what in hindsight must have been some kind of pre arranged signal, Stevo withdrew and before I knew what was happening, I had been scooped up in Mr. We thought that..." Tonya stuttered."That you what? Come into my room and fuck like lezboes?" Heather sternly yelled. The other two giggled.Tonya began to reach for her clothes when Heather stepped on them."Oh no you don't! I think you two should finish what you started!" she barked, "And I think we will stay and watch. Seeing you didn't seem to care if I came in any way!" She probably thought you would join in." Jill giggled.Tonya felt like she was going to die. She looked to Candy who gave. Ann danced with each of her brothers and, by the look in her eyes, I could tell that her juices were flowing. With Ann, red wine is the ultimate aphrodisiac; like she really needs one.Soon Marty was monopolizing Ann, dancing each dance with her, whether fast or slow. Marty, I have to say, is a pretty disreputable character. Very wiry build, 40 or so, married with several kids, he likes his beer and ladies. I spent most of my time dancing with Kay or Angie, the later knew nothing of our little.