Karla came in and marveled at the kitchen and dining area. He toldher that he had gotten the baths also. She looked in at the mainbath. It sparkled li...e one in a magazine. She was totallyimpressed. She said she was going to change clothes and left him sitting inthe living room. The doorbell rang. He didn't want to answer it butKarla wasn't available so he went and opened the door. There stoodJenny. He greeted her and invited her in. Jenny came in and looked around the room very critically.. .. sex... and in a few hours he was going to be better able to evaluate their future in that department... "Spread 'em out for me, honey!" Knute Jensen lewdly commanded the mindlessly keyed-up blonde wife kneeling nakedly between the spread legs of his son. "Reach back with both little hands and pull them pretty ass-cheeks apart for old daddy, eh?"Dianne knew that she should be screaming in fear and debased shame, but she felt none of these emotions, though she was nearly dwarfed between these. " Who the fuck is 'we, ' dude? Nobody I know but the upper bosses in the mob families and their best men wear suits like that and none of them wear anything but Italian leather. Whatever is covering your feet, they ain't from a cow."He smiled again. "You may call me Mr. Schwansteiger," he said, pronouncing his name with a Germanic accent, as it should be pronounced (shvän-shtī-gār), hinting that while his accent was from Harvard, he either lived abroad or his family hadn't been in the U. S.. And on top of that fieldwork. She systematically built up reliable statistics based on 90% of the male members of Britton High, half the sexually active machos of her village, and a significant sample of the hunks in the whole nation. Should a sociology doctoral tribunal be aware of her enquires they would turn up with enough data to complete a full Ph.D.Factual info: when it came to dick control her boyfriend was a statistical rarity, an unprecedented challenge to well-known physiological.