It madeeverything so much easier. Today I have to further breakdown allresistance from Prissy, and tomorrow begin her new life in a far morepleasant -...and permanent - manner. The lawn boys are the only real wildcard, but then they are, after all, boys and therefore controllable bytheir 'dumb-sticks.' Prissy is so randy she would go after a broomstick,let alone proffered boy-sticks, however dumb."And with Constance Longstreth watching, this was certainly not the timeto screw up! Thank goodness. Finally the silence was broken with, "Hey baby, you want some cake?" Those words brought me back to reality, and I responded, "Sure, any coffee left?" She smiled and nodded.Molly stood up, pulling on her robe, adjusting her bra, and fluffing her hair. "Whew!" She exclaimed, "I haven't been sucked like that -- ever!" And with that she clicked off into the kitchen. I could hear plates being removed from cabinets as I wobbled unsteadily on my high heels to the bathroom, purse in hand. I needed to. Once I let go of the last frustrated penis, I turned to the woman. "Want to sit and spread for me, Mary?" I asked. "Actually," said Mary, "I was wondering if it would be ok if I licked you instead?" "I suppose so," I considered, "it's not strictly within the rules, but I think I'd like that." I squeezed onto the couch between two of the guys, then lay back and lifted my legs. The two men obligingly held my feet, spreading me wide. Mary sank to her knees and lifted my apron. "My God, you have. We’re not leaving here until you’ve chosen a couple of pairs.”Mel scowled, but sought out the sports bras and added a couple of blue ones to the trolley.“Not pink?” I asked, indicating her jacket.“Definitely not pink. I’m not a little girl any more; I’ve outgrown the princess stage.”Surprisingly soon Mel informed me that she’d bought everything she needed from the current store and it was time to move on to the next, the one where I’d met her the previous evening. We got the items checked out.