He had to call a halt after a few minutes, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into willing mouths.The girls picked up their drinks and walked in...o the living room. I short order, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the recreational side of drugs.He sipped a coke with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, tongues darting as nimble fingers. ”Joan hiked up her skirt to reveal she was not wearing any underwear. However a thin pink piece of plastic jutted out from between her legs and disappeared into her shaved pussy.“It’s a remote controlled vibrator!” Joan beamed. You can set the power level by an app on your phone.”“‘Well, I’d pay a dollar to see that!’“ Michael joked.“We tried it out on the way over.” Barbara giggled. I didn’t set it any higher than 3 as Joan was driving and I didn’t want to cause a wreck.”“Well it definitely. Which usually takes about twelve to fourteen hundred pounds of picked-cotton to make a bale.”“What’s the price for cotton now? Does it change with the markets?”“Yes, cotton is like wheat and soybeans. The price goes up and down, according to supply and demand. The weather affects the markets too. Mostly at planting time and at harvest, if we get a lot of rain. The last price I saw in the paper, was around thirty cents a pound on the current markets. The futures were a little lower, but if we. With my hand only inches from Marks cock, I took his hand and set itdown in the same location on my leg, we sat there slowly moving ourhands up and down never quite reaching our goal, each waiting for theother to take that step."I think it's what they are hoping for," he removed his hand from myleg, "I know it's what I want, how about a refill."With our glasses now full again, we decided that it was time to finishdressing and made our way back to the bedroom. Mark removed his peignoirrevealing.