Tammie loves getting massages and I love the excuse to get my hands on her naked body, so buying a massage table a few years ago was a no-brainer. Sin...e then, that table has been the best sex toy we’ve ever bought!I was sitting in my favorite easy chair… the same one they christened the last time they got together… but I got up to shake his hand and welcome him. I offered him a beer and then we bull-shitted for a short time. I had told him that Tammie was in the house but that she should join. ”“It is impossible for me to communicate how good that makes me feel,” I said.“But what do we do about Harper?”“Beats me,” I admitted. “I don’t have a lot of experience being a parent.”“She doesn’t want you to be a parent,” said Hannah. “She wants you to be ... something else.”“Maybe for a little while,” I said. “She’ll grow out of it.”“Maybe,” said Hannah, putting her hands on my shoulders. “But what if she doesn’t?”“Doesn’t?”“What if she wants you like I want you?”“She already said it would. Both came closer, stretched out the tongues, and started to lick the beer from my tits. They did it with passionate devotion, much better than I had hoped for, dropped enthusiastic comments on my funbags, massaged, and pulled the nipples what seemed endlessly. Heaven! The nipples looked as if they had made a new record in length. The areolas got hard too, but they didn't notice, reached out their hands, and gently tapped my inner thighs. I gasped slightly and looked at the two reactions. It was to be their new priest's second year of supervising. And in his first, so the stories went, he had proven more liberal in his reading of the rules than had his predecessor of fifteen solid years. He had, it was said (though he?d been in the parish for a few short months) allowed partial stripping of the girls by Chasteners. He had let the boys bend the girls over, with their legs akimbo to boot. Some said, in hushed tones, that he had sanctioned a brief spanking to one girl?s.