She and Sophia slept together in a guest bedroom that night. They woke me up the next morning. We ate leftovers from the Sicilian place, and I could...’t believe it when they poured glasses of wine! Rosa saw my expression, and said, “Hey Michael. We’re Sicilian. This is vino, you know, fermented grape juice?”They insisted we pick up our dinner there, too, while they covered their faces in the car. We’d made most of the pickups that morning, but one armored car came by that afternoon. I signed. “To go with the knickers. “ he said. The page showed a model dressed in a black basque, tiny knickers, suspenders and black stockings. She looked at it, then looked at him, raising her eyebrows in mock shock horror. She didn't dare show her true reaction. She wanted to burst out laughing, but instead, she gasped and said “What? Are you trying to turn me in to a porn actress or something?”He looked dismayed. “Please let me buy it for you!” he burst out. There was a short silence in which she. .. I sighed and whispered to myself, "Shut up. You're beginning to sound like Tevye."I froze as Lauren said clearly, "You want to be a rich man?"I exhaled and shook my head, then asked, "How long have you been awake?"She rolled on her side to face me. "I think," she said, "that I woke up just after you did." She paused a bit and then said, "Good morning," and leaned in to kiss me. Ambivalent after my mental self-admonishments, I turned to catch her kiss on the cheek. She pulled back and looked. .. b ... b ... but he's ... black!" came Jennifer's strangled voice."Yes, isn't he beautiful?" asked Buffy smiling. "Clint has graciously agreed to let me fellate him so Alice can see what it's like." Fellate?" squeaked Alice."That's a fancy word for 'blow him til he spurts' said Buffy, unbuckling Clint's belt. He stood patiently as she dropped his pants and then pulled down his briefs.There were gasps from the women. Clint wasn't huge, or misshapen or anything like that. It was just that his.