"Oh what a tease he is," Shirley said. "Chicken wings. That is a funny one. I like him, Ivy. You know there aren't many men our age left around here....." Shirley, you'll not be getting in front of me this time," Ivy announced, in mock horror and a giggle."Oh, she likes you," Shirley bantered, turning on her heels, giving a sway of her hips as she made her way towards the bar.Mavis and Ivy quickly dropped into typical female pleasantries; I just listened as Alfred stirred them to other things. We. Physically, anyway.Garret gave the now mounted Deirdre and the patiently waiting Glory anappreciative look then reached up to gently place a cloak of dark violetwool across the now distaff youth's shoulders. "It's getting a bit cool,dear lady. I thought this would go well with your gown."Fastening the ornate clasp with the hand not occupied in holding thereins, Deirdre nodded her thanks and managed a weak smile for the man. "Ifind myself thanking you again, Sir. Or should I thank the Lady. Yes, it’s a bit titillating, but it’s mostly just a fun little competition among friends.”Meka nodded at me, so I explained about our asking Brit for ideas and how she had suggested both fabric paint and body paint.“Oh, that sounds wicked cool! I wish I could take part.”“Well, that’s why I needed to talk to you two. Brit won’t tell everyone what her plan is, but she did say that it would be quite ... sexy.” I looked straight at Brett and added, “She said your part would be as a model of sort.. Time for work. I went into the bathroom to shower. I looked in the mirror. My thighs were bruised from my brother trying to fo(r)ce his way between my legs. My tits also bruised from when we were wrestling. I smiled. I wished my soon to be EX treated me like that.I turned and saw my br(o)ther standing in the bathroom naked with a hardon. I forgot to lock his side of the jack and jill bathroom.You prick look at what you did to me showing him the bruises on my thighs and tits.Nice.No it's not.