.," she went on, each word punctuated by a hard smack to my bum, "have...I...told...you...?" She was panting with the exertion, and my poor behind was...stinging."Even with tits as firm as yours, you need a sports bra," she went on, calmer now that she had vented her annoyance, "unless you are trying to pull a muscle or make them floppy?" "No, of course not, " I protested."As for panties," she continued, stroking gently between my legs, "unless they are properly lined, shorts alone can rub and. " Why didn't you name him Mario?" Andrew asked.I readjusted myself over my dog. "What, you're serious? You thinkMario wasn't already taken? Mario started the whole tradition off.Fifth birthday; I got a Nintendo, and a puppy, and I couldn't very wellname the puppy Duck Hunt, could I?"Evan started laughing, and Andrew joined him. "Wait, wait," Evan said,"what breed, exactly, was Mario?" German Shepherd."They both cracked up, and they started to draw the attention of thegroup over by the. "Hey there, you two," Jack said. "We're finally home. Let's go inside so I can get in on some action of my own."Kim, who was on top of the completely nude Lisa, looked up at her husband and smiled. "You'll get your shot with Lisa, honey. But when we go inside, I want to get another taste of her pussy. And I want you to videotape it."Jack smiled at those words, while Lisa shivered in lust. "Of course, sweet Kim," the man beamed. "But that works both ways. I'll record you with Lisa... but I also. But the real surprise came when he rose out of bed and realized he was not wearing the boxers and T-shirt he wore to bed last night, but rather a pair of satiny red pajamas trimmed with white lace. Looking about the room, he noticed the change in wall coloring and wondered how posters on N'Sync and the Backstreet Boys had replaced those of his favorite rap singers and wrestlers.Looking about the room, everything was neat and clean. His dresser, now white, was topped with various bottles of nail.