But there was no time to think about that. I looked closer in the mirror and was glad to see that the exotic make up I'd decided to use had survived m... nap. Even my ponytail, an exact replica of Jeannie's, had managed to make it through without any damage. I wondered again if I should have gone the whole way and dyed my hair blonde like Barbara Eden's had been in the TV show. No, I liked my dark auburn tresses, so did Max. One night of accuracy wasn't worth the aggravation of growing it back.. She looked at me. Then I started to kiss, lick and bite her inner thighs. She dropped her head back and moaned. I could feel her legs shaking and twitching as she struggled to close them. But the rope I tied just above her knees stopped her from closing them. I reached up and started to rub her soft wet clit. As I licked, kissed and buy her inner thighs her moans got louder and her twitching got harder. I reached up and took the ball gag out. " call me daddy and maybe I'll stop " I said as I. "I went over to Mommy and sat on her lap and snuggled up close to her andjust drank in her wonderful perfume.I wondered about Mrs. Bewick what I should call her, as she was almostthe same age as Mommy and Mother. So I asked, "Mommy what should I callMrs. Bewick?"Mother said, "You can call her Aunty Beth, we will have to get younappies, bottles, dummies, and a whole baby wardrobe."I asked, "Mommy, what about all the big girl clothes you have justbought me?"Mommy said, "Oh don't worry about. "Find someone, and then tell me what it was like with another man's cock buried inside you."Pat sipped her wine, "Why would you propose such a naughty thing?" Because you want to know what it feels like to have another man's cock pushed up inside you, as much as I do."Pat didn't deny my statement. She just stared at me."What then? A friend, a stranger. In the house, our bed. What about a seedy motel?"It was a game Pat and I played. Talking about her cheating got us both horny and inevitably.