“May I come in?” she asked.Brock was taken aback. No one from the Miles clan had stepped foot in his house.“Sure, if you promise your mom won’... come over with a shotgun,” he said. He had no idea of what Melanie wanted, but he was sure it wasn’t good.Leslie had paid him a visit on several occasions since the break up to try to get the lowdown. But he simply told her that Jenny would be a better source for information since it was her decision.He tried that tack with Mel as soon as she walked. So, would you, Andrew, or you, Ken, help me fuck Wendy, when youre ready? Id love to, my husband replied, but I think that maybe Ken should do this. What do you say, Ken? Yeah. Im up for it. Just give me a few minutes to finish this beer first. OK? You know, Vera,, my husband said, Im going away again this week, and I would be much happier if I knew that you were fucking Les and Ken, but no one else. How would you feel about that? Dont you think that Sarah and Wendy might object to that?, I. " she blushed and gulped."You're afraid of penetration." She nodded. "You were doing fine until I started to do that." She nodded again. "But you are turned on beyond belief, aren't you?" She nodded again, blushing with a crooked smile."Fine," he said. "There are other ways to go about this." She looked at him quizzically, as he put her breast back in her mouth, nibbling on the nipple, producing another satisfied groan from her. Then he started moving down, licking the underside of her breast,. "You are new here," he asked, his voice sounding Spanish.Joan gulped her drink. I need courage, he thought, and signaledthe barkeep for another. The barkeep smiled and shook his head.Asshole!"Y-yes. N-new." You want a drink. I can get you a drink. You can't get you adrink. But I can get you a drink. You can pay me later." I-I, Master, er, need to use the ladies room."The man turned venomous and grabbed Joan's arm. "I can be niceand get you a drink, or I can be mean and feed you a drink,chicata.