The maids came and proppedme up more as I drank my coffee and juice and took the pills on the tray.One of the maids said, "Are you ready for your bath...Melody?" Melody, whowas Melody? Maybe that was my date's name. I just nodded as they put asoft mask over my eyes for my facial therapy as they pulled back thecovers. I couldn't talk either. It must have been from all the alcohollast night. I had a dressing gown on and felt embarrassed. I was a guyfor god's sake dressed in a satin girls sleeping. ? But he wasbeginning to despair.? So far he hadtried a chicken, a rabbit, a Cat (Which did not go down very well with therecently departed) and now a dog.? Allhad been disasters of one form or another.? ?SQUEEEEEK,? The Death of Rats lamented ashe put his mount to bed. Goodwife Cabage stared intently at theglass jars that were supposed to be bubbling away before her and sighed.?? She had spent several weeks pouring overancient transcripts, consulting some of the finest minds in the. Brian showed unexpected playfulness by putting banana pudding on Becky’s labia and inviting anyone who wanted a taste. He had to dish out new servings for a while to both men and women diners. The drinks and conversation slowed down as kissing and caressing became more prevalent. Lucy finally called “Lights out” and folks departed for the rest of their night’s fun.Brian took Myra next door to the master bedroom. Since the house was rented furnished, this was the bed Myra had been fucked in many. I told her that it was my favourite form of sex and I would enjoy it very much with her. She had asked why and I told her how wonderful her bottom was. I described the way her hips flared emphasised the curved shape of her body when looked at from the front or back. How it gave her a wonderful ‘coca cola bottle’ shape. At the same time, the way her bottom ‘thrust out’ behind, was so exceptionally enticing. There was a roundness to those cheeks and a beautiful shape to their return to her legs..