. I don’t actually know. I mean, I don’t really get asked out by a lot of guys. A few of my friends have said it’s because I’m oblivious to it... Like I must give off some ‘fuck off’ signal when I’m out. I dunno... Maybe being brought up with boys and having lots of guy friends killed some part of my personality that enables me to flirt or something. ” “Well that can’t be true. You always seem to reel them in whenever I’ve seen you out.” "Myself included," he thought. “My ex-girlfriend,. ”Morgan opened the wine bottle, pouring everyone a drink, “To good friends!” She toasted. The group was mostly silent as they devoured the glorious meal prepared by Bear.Margaret stopped by when they were finished, helping Morgan to clear the table. “Are you ready for your entrance to the other Club members?” She asked, looking at the happy couple. They agreed and she went to the center of the large skylight, domed room with a microphone in hand.“You should take your clothes off so they can see. Weekends had been a joy to both of them since they had returned from North Carolina at the end of July, and the reasons for this were still somewhat perplexing to her. By all rights, she thought as she resumed her dusting, what had transpired in that sordid little country shack should have given both of them nervous breakdowns. But it hadn't. After a few weeks of recovery from the violent shock of her abduction, she had found herself opening to her husband in ways she had never before. He knew what was about to happen, it was always the same with her and he knew from harsh experience and the excited look in her eyes that this time, it was going to be bad for him. However, he did not know yet, just how bad it was about to get.She started to circle him menacingly again, this time pressing and the tip of the stinger casually into his thighs and then dragging it around the top of his legs just below the hem of his shorts.His cock too was even now yet again starting to swell in.