“Ain’t that right, puddin?” “You sure aren’t kidding, daddy. It’s dangerous out there with the creeps rolling in these streets,” the red...ead says as she slurps on her milkshake. She looks over at me and gives me a bright smile “You sure are cute, I’m Wendy.”“Hi Wendy, I’m Alex,” I say extending out my hand.She takes it with a limp grip. Then she turns to Edna. “So are you going to make him a sissy like me?” Wait, what? Wendy’s a sissy? Is that… “Does that mean you’re a boy?” She laughs. “Not. She suddenly turned about and straddled him, able now to control their thrusting. With her feet on the rock, she humped into him. He was amazingly deep within her, warm pink flesh hugging his phallus. She was much rougher than he when thrusting, dropping much of her weight onto him. It was pleasurable and satisfied their more aggressive compulsions. Her breasts rippled and shook. He could feel her buttocks colliding with his thighs and his scrotum.Without warning, she stopped, pressed firmly. Always going around commando at the right times, if not always. You’ll notice he doesn’t own a single pair of jeans with a zipper.”“He wears underwear at work. I know, I’ve checked.”Ok, this was getting embarrassing. Not only are they talking about me like I’m not even here, but the subject matter…like I said, Sandy can always make me blush. “OK,” I started hesitantly as we arrived at the truck, “Just what are you two up to? Not that I’m not enjoying the attention, but…”Glena spun me around and. When I wasn’t looking, she flinged a dollop of whipped cream at me. ‘Oops,’ she giggled. I immediately returned fire with a bit of meringue from a cream pie. That earned a splattering of pudding on my cheek but before I creamed her with a handful of Jello, I hesitated. ‘Wait, you work here,’ I said, concerned about destroying the room. ‘I’m off tomorrow,’ she giggled and expertly tipped my handful of Jello into my face before a food fight broke out that would make all three of the stooges.