“How many of our dead brothers and sisters are on this towel, you murderer?!” “Jesus!” Dad made a face. “No, it’s covered in bug repellent... You lay a spiked towel under your bed to keep the Brown Recluses away.” He shook his head, “I forgot how warped you two were.” “And we’ve only gotten worse.” I giggled.Dad opened the linen cabinet, and tossed some sheets onto the couch. “There, that should keep you guys situated for a while.” He grunted, stretched, scratched the paunch-belly he was growing,. She looked up at me puzzled, wondering how I could know her name. I said, "Suzie, said you preferred to be called Natty, is that right?"She nodded, yes."Before we start, would you like a drink or something? You said something about having to use the bathroom earlier. I'm sorry I didn't get back sooner but Suzie had a lot to tell me." I have to pee," she said hopefully."Natty, before I let you go pee you are going to have to give me those CDs in your panties. But even before that I have to tell. Helpless in the maelstrom of sensations, helpless in myself imposed bondage, I was aware only of the silken steel gripon my cock. I let out a groan of sheer pleasure and frustration. I felt her round belly "roll" up my torso, as she leaned onto me. My nose was pinched tightly. Knowing what was coming, I openedmy mouth to accept whatever she would offer. A cloth mask filledmy mouth, sucking the moisture from my tongue. Something spring-like hung outside my mouth as I closed my lips over her. He also introduced me to his wife Beth. They were a handsome couple, in their mid-30s and their home was located in the "better part of town". We relaxed in the living room, and had several more drinks during the course of the next few hours. We talked about many things and then the discussion turned to sex.Beth asked me if I was currently seeing anyone, and I explained my current relationship status. They went on ask about sexual preferences and both of them told stories of past sexual.