One of her friends commented that if they had Playgirl Magazines to look at instead of Playboy they could actually compare me to the models in the mag...zine. My wife, already slightly drunk, told them that I actually had a subscription to Playgirl magazine and that she often caught me reading the new arrivals while touching myself. The girls gasped in disbelief. I turned beet red. My wife told me to get a few copies. I returned with three of the most recent magazines, and the girls started to. It's so much, it isn't even real. Tell me again how this happened?"I gave Sue the whole story in more detail this time. I told her how upset I was as there was so much of all of our money at risk in Mexico. That was scary. Sue agreed. I said that I had to compliment Ben for doing as I asked and getting us out of there with a major profit.Sue said again, "A billion dollars. I wonder how much we might owe in U.S. and Mexican taxes." I don't care. I've already told Tiny that I want half of. It’s the most fun to have on a TV show.“You two have been best friends for absolutely ages it seems. Have you ever fallen out and do you share everything with each other?”“Yeah, we’ve been friends for ever but I can’t remember us falling out, can you Holly?”“No I don’t think we have.” Holly answered. “We just get along so well, and we know too much stuff about each other to ever fall out. We do share practically everything with each other.”“Ok, so that’s the boring bit of the interview over.. I do like it!"I directed her towards her desk, and laid her down on her back. While her feet were off of the floor, I removed her sensible shoes, and her panties and pantyhose. I kissed, licked and nibbled on her toes, slowly moving up her legs. She was definitely ready for anything; her pussy was leaking, by the time I got to and parted her dense bush to start my assault on her nether regions.I had two fingers up a decidedly tight vagina, while my tongue and lips diddled her clit. She couldn't.