So engrossed had Jenny been in the story, that she forgot all about her hot cocoa until she turned back to put her laptop away. But by then it was luk...warm. "Wow! I totally forgot about my cocoa," she said to herself, giggling. She put the laptop away and took the unused cocoa and dumped it down the sink; it was about time to start dinner anyway. She fixed dinner and went about her regular evening routine after that. But the story stuck in her mind and she began wondering what it would really. She stopped rubbing, pulled out her hand, and opened her eyes. She looked totally shocked when she saw me sitting next to her. I told her she looked so beautiful right now and reached down and pulled down her pajama bottoms. She had g-strings on her and they looked like they were soaked. She held up her hands like in protest to me pulling off her pants, but she did not say anything. I leaned in and took the hand that had been on her pussy and sucked her fingers. Oh yeah, it tasted fresh pussy. She tried to escape, but I caught her, picked her up and threw her out of the pool. Just as I'd done with Debbie, I dove on her pussy, tongue lashing her into submission. She came, wailing loudly, a few minutes later. I stood over them, triumphant, laughing to myself. "One of you has an appointment with Mr. Happy." I grinned, waiving my engorged cock around. "Work it out amongst yourselves." I sat in a lounge chair awaiting their decision. I was rather pleasantly surprised, when they knelt at. She blinked at me (which was more like batting her eyes), and reached across the table to hold my hand."Freddy, I just KNEW you were going to react like this!" she chided. "You shouldn't. I KNOW you like her. I caught you starring at her three times last night." I thought I did an admirable job of keeping my eyes off the wench," I retorted. "And I wasn't staring, I was leering. There's a difference. That's just what men do. But it doesn't mean she's prettier than you are. In fact, if you're.