"But sir!" That's an order too, Do-right." Yes sir."*"Sit still, Drusilla. You're fidgeting." I can't help it," Dudley complained. "And my name is D...dley, notDrusilla." You're Drusilla if I say you are or I'll tell the other men what you'rewearing and you'll be a laughing stock," Nell replied."She already is a laughing stock," said Shirley formerly known asSnidely."Now if you're a good girl we'll have hot chocolate and marshmallowslater on." For hot chocolate and marshmallows I'll be a Gibson. There on the doorstep was Julie! I hastily threw a bathrobe over me, intending to say I was just about to take a shower, and went down. I hoped Kathy’s panties were constraining my rock hard erection so the bulge didn’t show, as the Viagra was making sure it wasn’t going down in a hurry.I opened the door to Julie and she came in. She looked flustered, as if something was on her mind. She was wearing a tight pink top that showed every curve of her big breasts and the outline of her bra, and a. As for us, we had had many conversations about advantages and potential problems such a blending could produce. However, those talks had usually ended up with us making love (yes, that's what it had become) with even more passion. We knew every square inch of each other. Even more so now that she'd shaved most of my pubic hair off and found the tiny scars left after my vasectomy! Those had been examined in much detail by her tongue and mouth. For my part, I'd thoroughly examined in the minutest. "Stacy continued to stare, her mouth hanging open. Her mouth was watering but she didn't know how to respond to the other woman's demand."I already know you're a slut. You are a woman with a hungry cunt and you love cock. You married a man who is one of the longest-lasting studs I know. When Jared told us about you, he told us that you regularly funk him until he just can't get it up anymore."Helen tightened her grip on Stacy's hair. "But I want to hear you say it. What. Are. You?"The night had.