Would you like to join us?" asked Barbara. "G is just going to get us some more tea and coffee." I'm not bothering you?" asked Carol, obviously still ...naware that I was fully naked, not just the part showing above the table."Darling, go and put the kettle on, and bring out another chair," suggested Barbara, the broadest of smiles lighting up her face.I stood, facing Carol on the other side of the table, my cock facing up into her unbelieving eyes, and about to explode at any moment. The shock. She would shout out things like, “Give to your Lucy girl, Harry, stick that thing up where the sun don’t shine.”As for me, I would whisper in her ear, “Open up for me, Lucy, baby, daddy needs his Lucy loving to make him feel good tonight.” We were a fine pair of pretenders, but in our way it worked like a charm because I always got that tingle that made me feel “Lucy satisfied” all over down there and Margaret always got to experience a fantastic orgasm screaming in a Lucy-like voice the entire. “Abbie, when you soothed me this afternoon, besides talking to me calmly, you did something which I don’t quite understand,” Tim starts.Abbie smiles and pulls Tim to her, his head on her breasts as she strokes his head as she talks. “You mean with the latex gloves and lube?” she asks. Tim nods his head which Abbie can feel against her tit.“That was a prostate massage, honey. It is something different, a way of cumming for men so unlike usual intercourse. You feel pleasure waves throughout. If you want to stop him permanently aim for the neck and above. At twenty feet I doubt the shot will ever exit.”“Is that the gun he used to commit suicide?” Sonny asks.“You know, I never asked. When I looked for it the day after Jonas died it was in his nightstand with the magazine empty. A partial box of hollow points was open in the drawer, but I didn’t see any of the Glaser rounds. I know he used to have a few other guns around the house, but I don’t know what he used or what happened to it..