"What the hell do I do now?" You mean, what the hell do *we* do now." What? No offense, honey, but this isn't really your business." I was there, wasn...t I?" Well, yeah, but -" I'm dating you, aren't I?" Yeah... " I'm Ann's friend, aren't I?" Yeah... " Call me dumb, but I fail to see how this isn't really my business." I guess you're right." Look, George, I know this is rough on you. It isn't exactly something you asked to be dropped in your lap. But we'll figure it out, okay? You, and me, and. But I see a lot of women in Manhattan and Hermosa Beach walking and skating the strand and this is what they wear," she said."Turn around," I want to see the piece of string that covers your pussy and asshole," I asked her.She turned around and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The thong was designed with the strip that was supposed to cover her pussy and asshole was no more than half an inch wide at the critical spots. "Whoa, that's very sexy, but it barely covers your honey holes. Bend. "Why is she smiling at me? I just knocked hot coffee all over he dress!" Michael thought."So, Michael. You like short-haired women?" Michael nervously nodded as he wasn't exactly sure where this conversation was headed."What about older women? Do you like them, too?"Michael blushed. "Yes.," Michael admitted.This was going exactly how Wendy wanted. "Prove it.", Wendy ordered. "Take your cock out."Michael froze. "Is this happening?" he questioned himself.Wendy knew she was taking a big gamble. Alan groaned to himself, Dang! Why does that always seem to happen? Some distraction right as I'm about to blow. UGH! That was so close!Susan stood up and sniffed the air. "The breakfast! It's ruined." She rushed out to the kitchen with Alan and Katherine trailing behind her. Alan pulled his jumpsuit pants all the way off. Then he held his erection to keep it from bobbing as he walked."It IS ruined," Susan complained. "Now I'm gonna have to start breakfast all over again. And we lost a lot of.