Flashing his cheeky smile, he nodded at the bed, “Okay, Miss Goody Two Shoes get on all fours,” He commanded.I did as I was told.“Open your legs...wider,” he continued, “and show me the money shot!”Again I complied.“Push your arse up in the air, and spread your cheeks for me.”Resting my weight on the side of my head I reached behind me and pulled my arse cheeks apart for this man that I’d only met the week before. As my fingers touched my pussy I realised that I was absolutely soaking wet.“Good. You might not have always won, but they sure as hell knew you were there." Since he sat in the pile of garbage eating on a left over Subway sandwich, I decided to see what I could do. "If you don't run away, I can probably do a little better than my trash can restaurant's menu."I returned to the inside of the cabin and rummaged aground. I found a can of corned beef hash. Once upon a time I had planned to have it for breakfast. Since I never got around to it, the stray cat might enjoy it, I. "All right," Clara finished the discussion. "We'll meet for dinner, and when we've finished eating, we'll tell them that we'll do the dishes. Then we shall have plenty of time to change into something sexy and see if we can tempt them. God, I think John is going to have a heart attack."And in that way the three families met for dinner on the 29th of December, at Clara and John's, as they had no children who might disturb.Right from the beginning dinner was a success. Three well-rounded ladies. They sat in a secluded spot, outside in the courtyard."What's up?" Amy asked."This is going to sound blunt, but I need to ask you something." Okay." Amy was apprehensive."Did you sleep with Stefan Hunter?"It was completely left field. So unexpected it left her stumbling overher words."What? No! That's ridiculous. I hardly even know him. Why would youeven ask?" Because that's what he's saying," Molly noted with neutrality.Amy suddenly felt mortified and confused. Why would he say that?Especially.