“What kind of changes were you thinking?” I knew what Joe wanted, and I was actually starting to get excited about it. “I’m thinking maybe pro...oting you from my secretary to my assistant and giving you a desk in my office.” He turned the car into my apartment complex. “Though the job would have some extra responsibilities.” Mr. Bass put the car in park and looked over to me. I couldn’t make out the expression on my face but it seemed cautious and slightly mischievous. I gave him a wink. “ I. I had never had much luck with the ladies, as for I did not spend much time around them. I went to an all boys’ high school, and did not spend much time out of my house when I was not at school. I had spent so much time around guys that I guess they had started to rub off on me. Now back to the story at hand. I was beating my cock when I heard footsteps coming down the backstairs. I figured that it was my brother Matt, who was 17 years old. Although he was three years younger than me, he. One was face high, another was waist high and the third was like a big slot that was narrow but it was about two feet long from just above my knees to about my tummy.I leaned forward and looked into booth 16, and sure enough, I saw Candy. She was on her knees, her legs were open, her hand was going like a piston between them and her mouth was hard at work on a very long cock sticking through the long slot on her wall. She was moaning and I don't mean softly, it was as if she wanted everyone or. “We may as well tell you because rumors float around about our status. We are married.”‘Okay, Sandy,’ I thought. ‘Brave New World. Kumbayah and rainbows ‘n’ shit.’ The latter statement was Dad’s. ‘You can get over this. Carlita’s worth a friendship.’“To each other?”Brindy nodded. “And to Dave.”“Dave is my engineer husband. Brindy is--what does that TV show say? ‘Sister wife’?” Carlita said. “If it presents a difficulty, that is regrettable, but we understand.”“No, we don’t,” Brindy said..