. could not find it." " Mmmm, and you just had to call and ask, didn't you?" I murmured, seeing her road up ahead and accelerating faster. " I wanted ...o be fair." She whispered." Fair?" I chuckled. " You think it's fair to call me and tell me on my way home, behind the wheel of a car, that you're home early, in one of my shirts, with nothing on underneath?" " I bet you get here in record time." She whispered. " I'm almost there." I murmured, as I flew down the road. " So...do you have it on?" ". . She was an expert in grilling, frying and roasting from the age of 13, and her dishes developed into mouth-watering sumptuous affairs. No-one ever questioned her enthusiasm for cooking, and neither did she, until one day when she was in the process of stuffing a chicken, and her mind began to wander.... As Sarah unwrapped the fresh chicken and placed it in the roasting pan, she for the first time consciously wondered how the chicken felt when it was slaughtered.... she imagined the fear and. Glancing at her watch, Velma realized he would be off duty in another thirty minutes or so. Should she wait or call now?Her dilemma was solved for her when the phone rang. Velma quickly answered. A woman's husky voice spoke rapidly and hung up. For a few minutes, Velma sat, blinking her eyes, gulping a fresh drink and wondering what the hell was going on.The woman said Velma's husband and daughter were having an orgy with her. Now what kind of weird bullshit was that? It just didn't sound. John had found himself attracted to Brenda. One day while they were alone in the hotel suite sitting on the sofa talking, John leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She passionately returned his kisses as he fondled her nice C-cup breasts through her blouse and bra. John could feel her hard nipples pushing against the fabric. Turning loose of her breasts, he slid a hand underneath her skirt.Brenda spread her legs as John slid his hand along her soft inner thigh. She let out a loud moan when.