You’re nothing special.”“Don’t be a bitch,” I said, reaching between her legs, which she had spread slightly. “Your mouth says one thing, ...ut your pussy says something else.”She bit her bottom lip but didn’t say anything about my hand rubbing her pussy through her skimpy thong. Her panties were damp, and I could feel the heat coming off of her pussy. I heard a short, quiet moan escape her lips and I knew she wouldn’t stop me.I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto the countertop. There. Do you still love Phil, even though you're fucking George and he's fucking someone else?”“I … I suppose that I do. I just wish that we could talk about it.”“I think that you should try talking to him about it. While Fred was away I told him about every fuck that I had and he told me about every fuck that he had. We both find it very exciting to tell and be told.”“Mmm. I'm not sure how Phil would react if I tried to tell him, or ask him.”“Well. That's your problem. But Phil's still away. Are you. .. a Sorcerer!?" Carol asked."I am saying the potential is there, but it takes a special set of circumstances to bring it out," I told her, but didn't go any further as I saw Mom go pale. There was a knock on the door then, and Uncle Dan opened the sliding doors between the two parlors."It's after 5:30 and these kids are hungry," he told us."Yes, we'll be there in a minute, Dan," Mom told him, before turning back to her family."I believe what your brother has told us. If you don't choose to,. ‘How come you ride with them two?’ She asked. ‘Long story,’ he said. ‘I was doing okay playing the tables on the river boats back east, when I made the mistake of cleaning out a high rolling gambler called Duke O’Leary. He took it bad and with a few chums rigged a game, then accused me of cheating. I was lucky to get away in one piece. I rode west, but my stake was soon running low since no-one wanted to have a hand of cards with me – reckon they had me pegged as a professional. Which, of.