I wanted to change the subject but was too damn tired to put a coherent thought together. I was speechless.“Every day, I give my parents and sisters...a session and I am becoming very proficient if I do say so myself.” She beamed proudly. “Please let me do you, Mr. G.”I smiled at the implications of her last statement. Surely she couldn’t be that naïve not to know how that might be taken. Or maybe she was.From what I saw, she didn’t have much of a social life. I had the impression that she spent. Brooklyn wanted to run. She couldn't understand how she had been calm so far. It was a surreal trick to make her feel comfortable. What were they going to do to her? She knew the words. Was that all she was?Working their way back down the line the two miss' put a hood over the head of each girl. It had two eye holes and a mouth hole. As it was pulled tight around her face she could feel each buckle settle into place and hear the snap of the padlocks securing them. As a finishing touch, they. It didn't take but a second for Michele and I to get up and follow. I was already so wet I needed to do something... anything... soon. I whispered in Michele's ear "I so want to eat her fanny." I can see that," Michele answered. "I wouldn't mind joining in." I was hoping you'd say that," I said as we got through the door. I turned and took Michele's face in my hands and kissed her with a strong, passion filled kiss. I felt her arms close around me as our tongues danced together. Our kiss ended. ‘Um, what do you think?’ she asked me. After our discussions of last night and early this morning, I knew precisely about what she asking. ‘I don’t know. I always had a nice time in the sack with Consuela,’ I responded. ‘Do you think it’d be weird? You know, seeing me with her?’ ‘Well, let me ask you the same thing. I mean, I don’t feel like sex at the moment – I ate way too much – but, well, you know, if everyone starts getting involved… ‘I mean, what’s girl gonna do? I suppose I could make.