And his teasingly juvenile silkentraining bra. The bra which was just overly large enough to stimulatehis extended and oh-so sensitive nipples and ca...se his sissy cock totwitch with every mincing step he was forced to take in his sky-highstilettos.He blushed furiously and kept his eyes downcast each time his preciousMiss Linda and his beloved Mistress Melissa laughed as those horrid youngboys pointed at him, whistled lewd come-on's, and hurled loud insults ashe passed by. They had to have. I don't hear or see anything at first, but then I recognize the faintsounds of an engine, which quickly grow louder. Soon, I can also hearthe regular thwump of a helicopter's rotor approaching the house. Noneof the guards are doing anything extra, so they must be expecting it.Maybe Hobbes is on board.I'd give everything I have and ever will have for a Stinger missileright now. I'd blow Hobbes from the sky and we'd be done with allthis. Patricia and I could go home. When the helicopter. I was also going to miss joining them at the pool, where I spent the whole time trying to get away with staring at her amazing body in her bikini the whole time. Angela was probably my wife’s closest friend in the cul-de-sac. They both enjoy shopping and interior decoration, so they hit it off right from the start. And, while my wife’s body showed the wear from having three kids, Angela’s body looked as tight as a teenage cheerleader. Three kids had no apparent effect at all. Not. I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water to rinse what was left of Mike's cum from my mouth before setting the empty glass back on the counter. I opened up the fridge and grabbed two cold beers.I knew with this being the last night here for Ron I needed to do something that Mike and I would be able to think about in the bedroom long after Ron left town.I was feeling excited as I made my way back into the living room, and set Mike's beer down on his coaster. I made my way.