Another giggle, “You snore.”“Oh! I’m so ... OOHH! ... sorry!” he was having a problem concentrating with her hand doing things he hadn’t f...lt in decades.Another giggle. “My what a big ... PRICK, you have, Sir.”Her hand was inside his boxers now, rubbing his shaft up and down.“I think I need to check it out!” she whispered in a low, raspy voice.She slid the covers off them and slid down to his hips. Her hand, inside his underwear, found the hole in his boxers and pushed his dick through. It was similar to Sara's but brown instead of leopard skin. It wasn't as form fitting as hers, either. Chris looked like he'd gained a good thirty pounds; he was wearing some kind of stuffing or a pillow under the costume. He had a brown wig that made him look like Moe from the three stooges. His feet were in sandals.Jill was looking them over. "I give up."I looked at her. "Fred and Wilma." Huh?" The Flintstones." Oh." She still didn't look convinced. What kind of childhood had this poor girl. "I-I'm terribly sorry, Lord. I didn't know who I was talking to. Please forgive me." I don't know who you think you're talking to, mistress, but I only know of three hungry travelers. We were hoping your food tastes as good as it smells, although as good as that is I don't know how it could. Do you think you might be able to find a table for the four of us? Barth, I assume we can tempt you to eat with us?" Oh yes, Master Dent! That would be wonderful." Leaning up to Marie he whispered in a. "Go and get the rest of the bottle Sissy boy." Wes sneered and Michelletook advantage and left the room hurriedly.My ex then wasted no time in getting what I'd deprived him of all thoseyears ago.I wish I could say it was worth it, but to be honest, Mike was better onhis worst night than Wes. He finished before I'd even got started,rolled over, lit a cigarette even though he knew that I can't standsmoking, and shouted out for Michelle to come back with the brandybottle.When he finally returned.