"Leave Gypsy out of this. You can take your anger out on me all you want, but she is off limits! Understood? Besides, what I did before you and I marr...ed is none of your fucking business." My emotional defense of Gypsy caught her off guard. Afterall, it had been over thirty years since Gypsy and I had had our little boy toy business going. Not only that, but she had been dead for over thirty years. "And hey, for your information woman, if it hadn't been for Gypsy, I would have never met you in. ”“Really?” Missy looked at me with a very peculiar look.“Yes, really. You and Brantley were out there the other night without anything on.”“Yes, but that was at night. It’s daylight now.”“So! Nobody is going to see us. Trust me.”Missy finally started to remove her clothes. I watched her take each item off because, well, because I wanted. Missy was so pretty. Every inch of her. There was no fat on her body at all. All slender and curvy. It was her breasts that made her though. Tiny, perfectly. Betsy smacked her on the bottom again and repeated, “Do you understand me?”“Yes.”“Good. Now get in the limo,” Betsy said putting Charlie down at the open door of the limousine.Charlie climbed into the limo and sat down, sulking. She was not amazed at how easily Betsy had picked her up and carried her off. She remembered how Betsy ran thirty-five miles carrying a pregnant woman on her back. Still, it had been unexpected. She rubbed her butt, amazed at how hard Betsy had hit her. That Betsy would. I started to feel a bit warmer and not because of the hot pre-summer weather. I started to feel uncomfortable in my slacks and I squirmed just a bit as my staff started to rise between my legs. “Feel good huh,” she asked delicately brushing a hand down my check to the side of my chin. Her lips were warm as they brushed against my neck and I felt her kiss lightly a few times. She raised her head a bit putting her at the level of my ear. Her warm tongue, colder than the air around us, made.