It's just ... I guess I need to be with the girls tonight." I'll miss you." Me too, my love." Are you okay?" Fabulous!" she extended and giggled."Okay..." Nothing's changed, my love," she said suddenly serious. "I'll be the same smitten lady in the morning. I promise. I ... I need this." I'm glad then." You're sweet, my love." I love you." Love you too." She disconnected.After a couple of Long Island Ice Teas at a posh bar Sophie had the taxi driver drive them to when they exited Penn Station,. When that event started, she cried out in delight and her movements became wilder than they had ever been, while she kept begging us to fuck her harder and faster. As usual, she wanted the same thing as we wanted to do, and we started ramming into her, in no pattern or rhythm, just wanting her to finish cumming so we could also climax. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my cunt!" she entreated us. Seconds later, her joyous and incoherent howl told us she had climaxed. Betsy completely relaxed between. Three months!You know, I don't remember if I hated those three months or loved them."Marie's high point of the evening was zipping me into my jet blackbustier with the red satin demi-cups. She stood behind me and very veryslowly inched the zipper up from the top of my panted buns to rightabove the middle of my back. With each inch up the bustier gathered moreof me into it and pushed more of me to the waiting cups. Marie watchedthis progress with gleaming and smiling eyes. When the last inch. The damned thing was big enough to mount in the front yard with a fountain around it. Eagles could land on it when they wanted a drink. I'm exaggerating somewhat, but it was a LOT bigger than the little medal or few-inch high trophy I'd expected.I said, "Good grief. Where are we going to store that? If we put it in the garage we won't be able to get both cars in anymore. Oh, sorry. Hi Cindy. I didn't mean to be rude, but I wasn't expecting a slightly scaled down Statue of Liberty." Haha. Most.