The catering arrived about twenty minutes after I sat down to rest, watching TV, while Ron was in the shower. Not having bothered to put any more clot...es on, I simply answered the door half-naked, and let the guy and two ladies gawk at me. Well, the guy at any rate, as they brought in the trays and chafing dishes. I sat at the kitchen table, and had a small sample plate, smiling to them as they set up, and made arrangements for everything to be picked up on the following weekday. As I spoke, my. I needed a surrogate pussy." A what?!" I'd never heard of that before."A surrogate pussy. Like when a woman can't have a baby and she has someone else do it for her. It's really her baby but it's in someone else's belly. That's how it is for you and me. It's your pussy but I'm the one doing all the fucking 'causeI'm such a slut!"In an odd sort of way that kind of made sense. Maybe it was her months of manipulations or the fact I had taken E, did two lines of coke at the party and drank several. “No, you huge smart ass, you know what, never mind,” I said. Then he felt a little bad as I got up. “OK I'm sorry, what did you wanna ask me?” Brett asked. Then I sat back down on the couch and got close to him. “You agree we're really close right?” I asked. “Yes,” Brett replied. Well that gave me a little courage, so I just spat it out. "Have you ever thought of having sex with me, even once?” I asked. He really had a weird look on his face. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you,” I said as I. It was as if my skin was awash with an electric charge. There was something I had wanted to do to her from the moment I had seen this hot minx. I pulled her up, a small whimper escaping her, to take her mouth again with mine. As my tongue swept past her lips it entwined itself with hers, teasing and tasting her. My hands reached down to her little white top, which had done a tremendous job holding in those luscious tits, and I lifted it above her head, freeing her. I slowly and deliberately.