”“DO YOU REALLY? DO YOU SLEEP TOGETHER?”“Yes, though we do have our own bed, we prefer sleeping together. Did you ever sleep with Roger?”“...ORD NO! We wanted to though ... Do you and Guy ever ... you know?”“I’m on the pill, and we fuck two or three times a night. Do you ever miss your brother, now that he’s moved away?”“OH HELL YES! Uh, I say hell, but Daddy would blister my butt if he ever heard me say ass or hell.”“Do you still live at home?”“Yes, but Mom told me last week that I could move. A few seconds later Julie and Max entered the room, each carrying a bowl of chips and dip. I noticed that Max’s cock was only half-hard and looked shinny with moisture. Julie’s nipples looked hard and red.“Huh” I said. “Maybe we should trade wives, and daughters.”“Hey, okay with me.” Max said.“No fair!” Candie asserted. “We want to swap moms and dads, not just dads.”“Oh, Okay, baby!” I tauntedLisa quickly ran over and sat on my thigh. As she d****d her arm around my shoulder her firm little. Preston suddenly hated being there and in the back of his mind lurked the seeds of his revenge. Spiffy junior editors and college interns, like polished coins, jingled passed him in the waiting area. They were young and cute and successful, nothing like him, and in the throes of his newfound resentment for all things beautiful and all things living, Don Bluestein appeared in a two- piece suit.He just saw him the other day, so there was no smile-cum-handshake involved. Don looked a little. We both grabbed our wallets from our bags to learn who we were. Helooked at his. "So Thomas huh?" He said with a voice that would havemade most girls melt. I felt like I should feel honored for being withhim, but then I just didn't care. Was something wrong with me? I decidedto ignore it."Sarah," I said to myself, that voice sounding really interesting. Itwisted my mouth into discomfort as I heard my own voice. I hated tohear it. I hated the feel of the soft panties on my legs, and the way.