)Pete: Uh, we don't like that word here.Bob: No, Sheepy-Poo does not like that word. Would you like to touch Sheepy-Poo?Charles: Uh, Bob. Not everyone...shares your fantasy about gang banging your inflatable sheep. Please.Bob: But Sheepy-Poo would like that.Alan: Dude, uh what is with you and Sheepy-Poo? I mean it's a fuckin' inflatable sheep for Christ sakes!Carrie: Did someone say fuck? I wanna fuck!Charles: OK, look, calm down, people. We are all civilized people here. Do you have any other. Finally, Ed was able to get through by asking his help in investigating the pirate vessel.Ed and Bernie, as the boy wanted to be called, looked over the remains of the pirate's boat. It was effectively destroyed, though there were probably things that still could be salvaged from it. Miraculously, one of the pirates was still alive, though not likely to remain that way much longer. They tried to question him, but he professed to speak only Spanish, which none of them had, so they left him to. Frank watched entranced as stockinged legs, bare white thighs, black garter belt suspenders, pink silk panties, more smooth white flesh and her well-filled brassiere all came into view, one after the other. Erica pulled the slip up over her head, mussing her blonde hair slightly, and removed it.The slip joined her skirt and blouse over the back of the chair, and the attractive young blonde stood in front of him attired only in her white brassiere, black garter belt, pink panties, black. Aileen whacked her with a pillow and laughed. “Stay away from my man, Chelly. He’s all mine!” “So, have you?” “Have I what?” “Have you and Tadeo…?” “No, of course not!” Aileen answered incredulously. “All we’ve done is kiss.” “Wow, it’s nice that a boy in college would be happy with just kissing. I bet he’s had lots of lovers in Spain.” “Three girls. That’s not many,” she murmured. “More than Jared!” For days afterward, she could not push that thought out of her mind. Aileen worried that she.