Well, not any more.Petra1983: Not any less, either! But I’m kidding. Bethany said you were better.NIKASteve: ANOTHER troublemaker!Petra1983: I sense...a pattern - all the girls you love and who love you, you call troublemakers because they know too much about you!NIKASteve: Maybe. ????Petra1983: I think you should. Mercy will be appreciated. A velvet glove for the iron fist.NIKASteve: I do NOT have an ‘Iron Fist’! This is like the third time in her entire life Birgit has been punished!Petra1983:. “You can’t hog the cot!” Bernadette repeated. “Make some room for me.”“Ohhhhh,” moaned Hilda Mae, frustrated that she had to stop. She already felt like an orgasm was near. She did stop, though, throwing a dark look at her sister, and sat up, then stood. She saw Nathan, standing frozen and went to him, reaching for the buttons on his shirt.“Hildy?” he whined. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked with her mass of hair, uncut for as long as he could remember, tumbling around her naked. “What fucking game?”Max was in panic mode. His hands tightened into a fist. He was wondering if he had been sucked into a trap. He imagined himself brought up on charges. He could lose his Marine Corps career. He could even be court-martialed and sent to federal prison. His whole life flashed before his eyes.“What fucking game are you talking about?” Max demanded.Vickie realized he was falling apart and immediately felt empathy for him. She never intended to cause him any harm. They had. He blushed, which only added to the unwantedeffect.His wife chuckled and then placed another kiss on his forehead, makingsure her full bust touched him. He shifted restlessly from slipper shodfoot to foot, unsettled by the innocent yet intimate contact. Randifreshened her lipstick and planted the next several kisses on his neck,chin, and the top of his chest. He was quivering from pent up need. Hislibido was in hyper-drive but not able to take him anywhere. His bridetold him, "Lift up the.