?" Carl Jones, Assistant Administrator." Well, Mr. Jones, in the first place, you'd better get a lawyer real quick. I don't take kindly to insinuation..., aspersions or allegations, especially the kind you have just made about my friend, this 'black fellow, ' as you called him, and me."Now, I'm sure that Dr. Schwartz here will put you into contact with some nice government people who will satisfy your curiosity as to who I am. Of course, that would be after you prove to them that you have a. " I groaned, "What's up?" Oh nothing," she said, kneeling beside me, "Just seeing what you're up to." Oh, well I'm napping," I said, eyes closed, "As you can probably see." Hmm," she said looking down at me, "Well can I nap with ya?" No," I said, removing my headphones, "and what are you wearing?" Haha," Tara giggled, "My napping clothes! What are YOU wearing?" Practically nothing!" I shot back, "So go away."Tara looked down and slapped me on the belly."I don't care," she said, "Nothing I. She reached over and turned off the burner.While he mixed his coffee, she took the plates of food out and put themon the table. He turned to watch her walk out. The way her ass movedbehind that long skirt made his dick twitch even if she was starting towaddle a bit. "A-fuckin-mazing," he said to himself. She asked him if hecould bring some plates and tableware from the next room. He shrugged andreached into the cabinet for them.Derek bit into Jenny's pancakes and had to stop and swallow. It was a form of erotic pantomime. My cock was hard as steel, and almost was working its way out of my shorts. I glanced over at Carl and saw he was rubbing his crotch. The sheriff and mayor both kept their eyes glued on our wives. The crowd went nuts with every piece of lost clothing and every gyration. Dollars flew at Emma and Jill. Eventually, they got down to their underwear, and each caressed their butts. The song ended. Our wives picked up the money and their clothes and scampered.