" I-I can help some, I guess, but that's what a woman does, isn't it --take care of her baby?" Yeah, she's tied down to it... to her house and her kid...with no lifeof her -- oh, the hell with it. You gave me your ticket. Just shut upand dance."***Sunday, November 12, 1871Shamus walked over to the table where Laura and Jane were eating lunch.He pulled out a chair and sat down. "Ye're a popular lady, Jane," hesaid. "Red, Sam and Davy have been asking when the Judge'd be settingye free." He pointed. It was tight enough, especially when she was wet out of the pool, to see a little slit. “Well every guy has the fantasy of being with two women who are into each other and into him. Janice is hot, don’t you think?” “I suppose she is. So how does this work in your fantasy dream land? Is this something you have thought through, like the hotel?” Alison was clearly giving me an opening, so I poured it on. “Well in one fantasy version Janice is on her back, you are on your knees, straddling over. . Oh. He got it. The big black banana on his face was a phone. Paula was on the phone. Paula was doing all the talking, which was a good thing. He could not make sense of a word she said, which might be a bad thing.Zosia was no longer on his lap, and that was probably a good thing. Oh. She was on her knees with his flaccid cock in her mouth. Bad. Very bad. What if Paula saw? But Paula on phone. Paula good-bye. "Goo-bye, Paula." Zosia still trying. Zosia... "Goo-bye, Zosia."He woke up around 4. "You like watching the girls, eh?" I asked him, at which point he whipped around, his face redder than a fire engine. Before he could speak, I quickly added, "Okay! Right there! Why are you embarrassed? You're a young, virile male: you ought to be looking at the girls!" Uh, I-I was just---" he stammered before I put a finger to my freshly-painted lips and shushed him. Thrusting my full, taut breasts forward so he could see my nipples practically bursting out of the thin fabric containing them,.