"So let me get this straight, you are going to drug those two and have your way with them, and the only thing you ask is we keep their boyfriends busy...for a bit and afterwards they will be ours? What's the catch?" asked a very pretty blonde girl."I just want first a crack at one of the girls. I know once she experiences me, and possibly a few of my friends, she won't want that stupid fool or his brother back. And I know he won't want her back. I'll even fund you girls so you can get proper. “Morning, Mr. Gibson!” she smiled and waved, holding the paper to her waist, and making no attempt to cover herself.“Morning!” Gibson grinned once he was sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Aren’t you cold?”“Yes!” she giggled. “Can’t you tell?” She turned and danced daintily back up the stairs.Gibson glanced down at his robe. Yep. Gonna be a good morning. Gibson headed back inside with a bit more of a spring to his step.Back in her warm kitchen, Stacy quickly had bacon and eggs out and the stove heating. Her nipples are rubbing lightly up and down my chest."I can't wait to taste you," she whispers and begins kissing a trail from my chin to my chest. She sucks my nipples into her mouth; first the left one and then the right one, nibbling them until they harden on my chest. She continues kissing down my stomach, planting a kiss on the end of my erect cock. It's rock hard and sticking straight up, but she bypasses it to lick all around my balls. Finally, she takes one long lick, gliding her tongue. One day George decided to take the leap. It was late in the afternoon. He knew from habit, that she was just about to leave and this was his opportunity. Fueled by a double cognac, he made his move. His dick would not take no for an answer. After watching her week after week George knew he had to try something. Who knew how long she would participate in her Sunday ritual. His dreams of her were becoming more and more intoxicating. Every night he dreamed of fucking her in different positions in.