Did I invite you in for tea? No. I told you to go away and gave you a good reason. Did you go away? No. You immediately opened the door to see. Your h...nor, I present exhibit 'A'." I'm not a jackass!" Joe, Brandy is prettier than you. She's smarter than you. She's a better conversationalist than you. She has bigger tits than you. Those are all objective facts. I have no idea if she sucks cocks better than you, but I'm willing to run the experiment if you want. Joe, unless you are here to prove. " Josh thought about it for a second before shrugging and said, "Alright," and made his way to the other girls. Before he could walk too far, Megan called out, "Josh." She waited till he looked at her before saying, "Just... hear them out, okay? Consider it before you say anything." With that, she entered his room and closed the door. Wondering what that was about, Josh entered the main room, also the living room, and found the other three girls there. One was standing behind the couch and. 'Behold the seed of Matthew Hopkins!' Miriam scraped at a flake with her finely manicured finger, and closed her eyes as she tasted it.'You're sure?' Bathsheba grinned as the women clamoured to see the black silk which ensured a male would wear the white shroud at Burntwood House.'There is no doubt whatsoever, and he lies bound and silenced below the shroud, eager to be dominated, a cur true to his lifeblood.' Miriam's mature breasts poked nipples hard with dominant excitement, her wicked grin. They said a final round of goodbyes and walked with Ernie and Margaret to Number Two for Sunday lunch. The couple were in their mid-forties, very spritely, lifelong naturists and, as Steve and Sally had found out after just a few weeks in the close, swingers.“Takes one to know one,” Ernie had said when both couples had owned up to their way of life. Ernie was slight-built and thinning a little in the hair department, while Margaret was trim, with shoulder length, brown hair and very pert.