” G2 didn’t wait for a second invitation. He scooped up the hot dog and ate it in three bites. He swallowed a bit of beer to wash it down.Beer was...different than wine. Wine was meant to be savored. G2 always let the wine sit on his tongue, no matter how cheap or bad the wine was. It was drinking the wine that comforted him, not the result of being drunk. Wine was sometimes sweet and sometimes sour and some were so dry you needed a drink of water to wash them down. But beer was bitter by. The carpenter probably got paid and also fucked my wife. Maybehe and the installer had both fucked my wife at the same time while Iwas away. I felt like throwing up."And sissy, there is more!" My wife showed me how an electrician,friends with both the installer and the carpenter, had set up a spotlight in my bedroom to shine a narrow beam exactly on where my cockwould be at night. My wife explained that the electrician had set up asystem that would send tiny electric jolts of electricity. "Open..," Mandy whispered and as I obeyed she slowly slid it in between my lips. "As you suck and lick here, the pressure here." Her finger covered the holes in the other end. "Stimulates my clit and pussy if my tart face fuck's me like a the biker bitch she is!"My skirt was still round my waist and I felt like a really slut as Mandy moved the dildo in and out of my lips. It should have been humiliating and awful but it was not and I shook with excitement. Unable to believe it when to my. By the next summer, the twins had reached Italy. Reagan loved the Italian men, somewhat saucy with a zeal for life. They got jobs as Olive pickers and it was hard work, but they made out all right. Reagan felt at home. She found them a small apartment and they moved in and made some friends, staying in Italy until the next summer. Both girls were more bronzed from the sun now, although Reagan almost looked native. The girls had their share of admirers, but another worked had captured Reagan’s.