It pulled it's probe from her hungry mouth and her tongue followed it, questing for more. "Please!" She begged. It made some kind of grunting noises, ...nd soon there were five of these creatures in the room with her. Two were built identically to this one, but two were crudely identifiable as female with four mounds that could only be described as breast like in nature with long wicked nipples, and dripping slits between their hind limbs. She wondered idly what they may taste like. She was about. In fact, as far as my sister-in-law is concerned, I have not been a nice guy for over three months now. I had been hoping for another three years, but, thankfully, I won't be getting them - at least not the way I planned.First, let me tell you about Candy - she is a walking wet dream. How my doofus brother ever ended up with her is beyond me. She is 5'9", 120 pounds, and 36-25-37 with flaming red hair and bright green eyes that melt your insides when you look into them.I lost my nice guy status. "Thank you very much."The maid smiled and left the room."Bless their hearts," said Mark.Victoria nodded. "Just the pick-me-up we need." She raised her glass. "Here's to us, my precious husband." To us, my darling wife."They both took a sip. "Yum!" they said together.Victoria chuckled. "I think it's catching. Dickie and Wendy were doing it too. Hey, do those French windows lead anywhere?"Mark went and looked. "Yes," he said. "There are steps down to the garden. Shall we take our drinks. She was recommended to me by another client of mine. He told her I was also into girls, and she was all too happy to set up a date with me. She’s bisexual and likes women purely for sex, but men are the long term thing. A lot of the women I talk with think this, and that’s fine by me. When I do get home, I feed Cricket. She’s dancing under my feet for attention, and I snuggle with her for a bit, before showering for my date. I’m to meet her at her house. She tells me it’s not a date, but she.