Two down, five to go.”“What about Jesse and Francesca?” Jessica asked.I shook my head as I poured soup into bowls, “They’ll screw themselves...silly, but he has his heart set on a Swede or a Russian. My money is on the Russian girl. But you never know, there might be a redheaded dark horse!”“Those two are going to break more hearts than you can imagine!” Kara affirmed.I served the bowls of cream of broccoli soup, along with bread and chips for my wives, and fresh broccoli for me. We ate, then by. In fact, she’d woken up, at around three in the morning, in the middle of a very sexy dream, to find she had her fingers inside her pants. She bit her lip. The whole thing was disturbing. It was kinky and unnatural and it was something that she never would have imagined being involved in. But, on the other hand, there was something that drew Allison in to the whole idea.“Yes,” she said, slowly, “yes, I’ll try to help but I’m not sure if it will be any good.”“Great! I was sure you’d do it. It. Iran my hand down her legs and then forced it betweenthem at her knees, then began to slide my hand uptowards her pussy.“OK, bitch, you say you’ve never been spanked, ever hada woman touch your pussy?” Her muffled protestationsbecame muffled shrieks as I forced first one then twofingers into her dry pussy. The bitch wasn’t enjoyingthis at all, I thought, what the hell, I certainly was.I pulled my fingers out and pushed her onto the floor,which she hit with a sickening. The phone rang, scaring her almost out of her skin. ‘Hello?’ ‘Mina. It’s me.’ She let out a long sigh. ‘Drew. Hi. I’m so sorry I didn’t call you before.’ ‘That’s OK.’ ‘No, it’s not. I came home from work late, right after you’d called, I think, and I just crashed. I didn’t wake up until after six.’ ‘Really? Wow. I didn’t think chefs were allowed to sleep during the day.’ She heard the teasing tone in his voice and rolled her eyes. ‘Well, we can’t all be hockey players, can we?’ ‘Thank God. I.