.. "He's my footstool right now," she giggled.... "Nope! He doesn't have a clue yet."... "Well, I just haven't had to yet," she giggled again. "He'll ...ind out soon enough."... "Well, if he can't swallow, I'll take him back is all."... "Sorry girlfriend, not this weekend. I want him all to myself for now."... "Let me christen him first. Why don't you and Fuschia stop by next weekend? I'll let you use him."... "Yeah, I promise."Bennie, listening to her side of the conversation, hoped that meant. " Carly stops smiling and has a sad face, "Well that's a shame because what was surprising wasn't the fact that you were moaning your sisters name, but the fact that my pussy became ten times wetter after hearing it and thinking about you and your sister getting in on." she just stood there and looked at me. I couldn't figure out if she was for real or not, but all I knew is that there was an extremely sexy women standing naked in front of me. I take a step towards her and put a hand behind her. Once during a moment of consoling the bereaved First Mate whose girlfriend was now sleeping with the Captain, Fred related the tale of his sad loss. ‘Cripes man,’ said the First Mate, an Englishman, brushing aside his tears with grubby fingers. ‘My loss is infinitesimal compared with yours. We thought the reason why you didn’t come ashore to help us plow through the local, ahem, maidens, was your dick must be too small. But oh dear, I see what the reason is now: you’re a prisoner of Zelda.’. The results were amazing as each of us tried to out do the other, as we brought the other to orgasm. As summer turned to fall, the weather cooled, and it was no longer comfortable to be naked along the creek. I took a look at the upper hay loft in the barn, and found that by moving some hay bales in the far backside of the loft, I could create what was basicly a hidden room. A few blankets and a quilt made it a comfy place to play. Since Jeri and I were in charge of feeding the hay, it was.