A." came the snotty sounding voice."B.A., I need to piss." Fuck off, asshole," was her reply.Fortunately, the big oak tree in the back yard needed wat...ring, but I clocked the bathroom usage. Forty minutes later, B.A. came prancing out of the bathroom with more war paint than Sitting Bull and enough perfume to gag a pig.I knew then B.A. was going to be a problem.Cindy Lou had named her daughters after Beach Boys' songs, which gave the girls their own anthems if nothing else.Rhonda was sweet,. He lets me in and shows me the typewriter and the notes he wants typed up. I sat down and got to work and he asked if I wanted something to drink, and I told him yes, a coke would be great. He brought me the bottle and set it down next to me and when I reached for the bottle he leaned in and let his crotch slightly touch my hand. Well I didn’t move my hand right away and he didn’t move back either, so, I decided to stroke my little finger up and down and see what happened. He just looked. My ass is still tingling. You did that deliberately, didn’t you? God, I haven’t cum like that ever, and you weren’t even in me.’ She finally stopped babbling and smiled down at me. I nibbled on her fingers and asked, ‘Is this our new conference position? Me underneath?’ We were smiling at each other when Laura walked in. ‘I’ll be goddamned. Every time I come here, there is some new compromising position you two are in.’ I gestured to join us and she flopped on me. Clemmie and I worked her head. She closed the door and went to the kitchen to start their breakfast. Melody was to be at Bill's house by 9:00 a.m. so she wanted to get Jack off to work as soon as possible. Jack woke to the smell of bacon and fresh brewed coffee. His nipples were still a little tender and he smiled as he thought about last night. He already had a morning ?woody? and thought about getting himself off before he went to breakfast but decided he didn't really have time. He still couldn't believe that Melody.