.. you're fingering my ass babe. And it feels good. I like you fingering my ass," I said to her like I was guilty about it or something. I still wasn'... giving in fully.This time she changed to a deep but harsh whisper tone. "What? What I am doing? Say it! You know you want to say it!" You're... you're fucking my ass and it feels so good!" I responded back in a loud whisper."You like me fucking your ass, don't you?" She was loud again, more demanding. I was done fighting it. "Yes, I like it,. It won’t be Jesse who starts it. He’ll hug Kristin, and at this point, even if it’s totally innocent, Francesca will lose it.”“I’d say their days are numbered. How is he going to handle Francesca deciding not to be his friend? That day IS coming.”“It is. He’ll be upset, but he’ll get over it. He’s only five!”“Maybe he’ll meet a girl in Sweden or Russia,” I laughed.“How about Larisa Grigoryev? Now there’s something that would make your friend Vanya’s day!”I chuckled, “It would. He’s still a bit. " He went out, whistling.Sue frowned. "We should have told him." Present him with a fait accompli," said Becky, grinning. "I don't think he'll protest too much." She began to undress, humming the theme to 'The Stripper'. Sue grinned, and began to remove her own clothing. Naked, they paused, looking at each other. Becky had said Sue had the better body, and it was true, but there was little in it, for each exercised regularly, ate with an eye on calories, and generally looked out for. You must take two with water, after you have eaten.” She dimpled prettily as she smiled. “Ring the bell, once you have eaten, and I will collect the tray.”“Mmm! Okay. Thank you,” I murmured.I had never considered Cook. She was quite succulent, too. Although she was older than Ingrid, she was younger than Madame du Pont. Maybe, if Madame kept me away from Ingrid, I might be able to get a leg over the cook. I ate, desultorily, pushing my food around on the plate. That was something to consider..