"Kate's been applying the wisdom of the ancient Greeks," Sandy replied, absently. Lenore choked on her breakfast cereal. At Ben's perplexed look, Sand... smiled sweetly, "Read up on Aristophanes, Ben. Or else."Rudolfs finally explained it to Ben. "Chief," Ben asked Kostowe, "Who the hell was Aristophanes?" Greek playwright, wrote 'Lysistrata'," Rudolphs answered for the Chief. He saw both Kostowe and Ben remained unenlightened. "The play was about a woman who ended a war by getting the women of a. You find that you are still wearing a simple white blouse and pearls. But beneath the waist: black panties, garter belt and stockings. They’re not yours, you hadn’t been wearing them earlier but they fit and make you feel good. Although you are wearing impossibly long stilettos, you are crawling on your hands and knees crawling across the wide expanse of floor. Should you continue? You continue, For some reason you have the desire to please us, You don’t want to disappoint us. Why is that?. She never stopped sucking me, still moaning with need.I fell back onto the bed and let her continue sucking. I couldn't think of anything except replaying the loop of intense joy she had given me. Her mouth pumped my cock for another two minutes before I grew limp. Each minute was ten of sheer bliss.I heard her speak. She had stopped sucking on me, but she remained kneeling at my feet."Never do this to your sisters." I could barely hear her. Her voice was ragged from her exertion. She started. "Maybe Key." Have you met Key's parents?" Oh, yes," she said. "They came to see what sort of den of debauchery their daughter was inhabiting. They were relieved to find the other room occupied by a red-headed Norwegian Irish flute-player instead of a six foot six linebacker named Jamal. We all had dinner, and honestly, aside from a bit of pigment and Key's mom and dad having Southern accents instead of Irish and Scandinavian, they could've been MY parents." Good. Somewhat rarer than it should.