Maybe he told Erik what he is doing to me. Maybe he had just asked for a bottle of water or maybe he had... who knows?“You are curious about the not..., lil' lady?”“Yes, I am. May I be so bold as to ask?”“Well. It's up to Erik to decide whether or not to let you know.”I look around, but I don’t see him. Now I am getting nervous. Very nervous. But the fingers between my legs are causing me to think about more and more inappropriate things that could be written on that note. I feel my juices run. "I did so to find us standing in front of an old fashioned juke box. The dim light from the machine was the only light. Meg pushed a series of buttons on it and I watched in fascination as the machine went into motion and then began to play an honest to God forty-five RPM record. The sounds issued from speakers that seemed to be everywhere around the room. At the same time the music started, Strobe lamps in all four corners of the room began to flash in different colors, directed at a mirror. Since she belongs to us physically anyway, shecan only love you from her heart from now on. Third choice is to acceptof our relationship and not participate, but be accepting of our needsand your wife?s needs.I sat back in shock, not sure what to say. I said I need time. Hesimply said, no problem as he stood, he said your in laws are keeping thechildren from tomorrow till Sunday, so she will be spending the weekendwith us in training; you have until tomorrow to decide. With that hemotioned. JR's was lush and full as well, Penny didn't have much of a caboose at all. Still, I squeezed her cheeks and pushed her forward onto my tongue, and she continued to push against my face, too.Penny was doing like JR had done the day before, rubbing and stroking her breasts while my tongue worked on her; and work it did. I spent ten or fifteen minutes on her clit, wishing I could be the one to stoke her breasts, but I thought it more important to push her pussy ever harder into my face, so that.