"Regretting our actions of last night, are we?" she chirped, way too cheerfully. "Good God!" she squawked, turning around and seeing me for the first ...ime. "What happened to your face?" I don't want to talk about it," I groaned, sitting at the counter. "At least not until you've finished making me coffee."She ignored me – as usual – and came over to inspect the damage. "Ouch! That hurts just to look at!" she sympathised, going back to work on the coffee machine. "I hope it was worth it. Do you. “I don’t know what to say,” I told her before explaining to her that it was something I had always wanted to do.“Well that’s it then,” she said. “Your fortieth birthday present will be a cuckolding!” And so yesterday on my fortieth birthday I got my present.“Come on,” she said breaking my thoughts as she held my erection. “You have a shower and I’ll put some lotion on you and take care of this.” Ten minutes later I found myself lying face down on my lounger with Sue sitting on top of me rubbing. Once the little cutey was nice and stuffed, maybe half of it in her, half in you still, she stands up again. Chef looks at her dead in the eyes and says: "choose. you or her".She made her choice hours ago. Too sweet and kind to watch her sister die, she steps off the table and presents herself in front of Chef. "First! We must tenderize the meat." Chef lectures the men as he paces back and forth behind you. He puts his hands on her shoulders and spins her around. You wince internally when he. And his landlord had been suspicious from day one. Eventually Avery would have to pay extra rent for Cypress to stay. ‘Well, hopefully by next week, this won’t be a problem anymore,’ Cypress said, with a surprising amount of cheerfulness. ‘How uncharacteristically optimistic of you,’ Avery said dryly. ‘Not optimism,’ Cypress said, shaking her head. ‘Where I come from it’s called ‘wishful thinking’.’ She rolled her eyes and flashed a small, self-deprecating smile. ‘Well, I need to get to.