She wondered if he would imagine the lace bra she had underneath, or the matching thong that now fit like a second skin over her freshly groomed pussy... What would be a man’s expectation of what was hidden under that scant scrap of lace? Would they expect it to be a patch? Or perhaps a landing strip? She had taken care in shaping her patch to what she wanted - not to please any man, for that matter. She smiled to herself, considering the result. Drinks were refreshing and dinner tasty. She had a. Fuckin' bitch! Rick was pissed. He'd spent the better part of two hours trying to calm Trudy down and get into her pants but nothing worked. She'd been humiliated by being forced to stay home the previous evening and she wasn't one to forgive such a slight easily. The pretty blonde certainly wasn't going to spread her legs for Rick after hearing about him being openly at the dance with that L.A. cunt. She did have her pride.Finally, Rick told Trudy to go fuck herself and left. He knew she'd. This was in part so they could help him keep his energy up. The whole scene had a strong emotional impact on all of them. It was one that they each felt but didn't really notice as they were feeling a nearly continuous stream of sensations as they coupled. Many times they all had an intense orgasm together.By late morning, they had completed their task. They lay together and munched on the fruit Sarah had gotten from the kitchen. As they rested they linked together and relived the morning's. Benny asked if Sue felt like helping him with the report paperwork. She smiled up at him. "As soon as you give me a kiss. You act like you don't know me, and YOU helped Mom and Patti give me baths when I was a baby." He leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, but her right arm caught his neck, and pulled him down to kiss him on the lips. "How's Lannie doin' now?" Lannie was his wife. He told her that she was doing just fine. She was 6 months along with their first c***d. He asked for the.