Jean collapsed on me, the backs of our busy hands pressed against each other, adding to the pressure, and final pleasure. We kissed open-mouthed, with...short gasps, and sensual groans. Jean’s hard nipples were rubbing against mine, contributing to the finale, as we rode out the most incredible and satisfying climaxes. Ella was still with us of course, as she invited me to sing hallelujah, and get happy, which was not going to happen until I had got my breath back!Once we had both recovered, Jean. Doctor continued to interview every woman after we spent time together. They still appreciated the love and affection they got from me. But they appreciated Butterfly allowing them to help more than that. They all considered it an honor to help since she couldn't do the whole job herself. And they considered themselves custodians of her children. That's right. They carried the children, would birth, feed and raise them, but they belonged to Butterfly and me. If either of us wanted to raise any. Il piano era semplice, dovevo solo mettere un pò di carne al vento e vedere le reazioni degli uomini. Ovviamente la personalità Hot doveva essere solo in certe occassioni, non volevo che in città o a lavoro mi scambiassero per una donna in cerca di cazzi. Così avevo inventato "la Mara da viaggio" e la "la Mara da vita publica".Quella "da viaggio" portava ampie magliette scollate senza reggiseno dalle quali si intravedevano chiaramente le mie grosse tette e talvolta, quando ero particolarmente. We both blushed and looked away, I turned to leave but she caught my arm. “Look,” She said “I’m sorry for spying on you yesterday but you were kind of doing it in front of an open window. I couldn’t help but look.” She looked down in a sort of bashful way. I was so relieved she wasn’t angry or something I let out a long audible sigh. For the first time I really looked at her, she was pretty like Kim, but more mature. She was still pretty young, she must’ve been in her early 40s and looked like.