I wantyou Wilma, and I also want to keep Greg and everything that we havetogether."Wilma spoke up. "Jim, what Gail says is true. We have found each ...theremotionally. I love her. My love for you is no less than before, butit is different. I too, don't want to give you or my life up, but Ialso need Gail in my life."With that, she clasped Gail and gave her a long, sensual kiss.Jim said, "I have always wanted Greg, even before you guys joined theclub. I never had the guts to even hint to him. She had not stopped my hands."I'd like to place an order..."She finished with me still holding her breasts tight against her."Ohhh, Danny ... that feels so nice!" Call The Sherman's Mom, maybe they both would like some sausage," I said finally taking my hands off of her.She picked up the phone, smiled at me and said, "Hello Michael—We're having pizza, bring Stacy and come and join us, OK?" They will be here in ten minutes. I need to change," she said."I think you look just fine," I said."I'll. Soon all four inches stood out in front of me like a miniature flagpole. Maggies eyes gradually got wider as it rose, eventually brushing her lips and causing her to retreat her face back a little. She examined it thoroughly, finally setting her hands on me and running them up and down. Liza had stood in the same place for a while, hands behind her back, but when Maggie put her hands on my prick she began to walk forward. “Its so warm… does it feel weird, me touching it?” Maggie looked up at. Veronica, as the beautiful, doomed and newly kidnapped victim was to be tied to an open air pagan altar, where she would be inspected by her kidnappers, whipped and otherwise tortured, surrounded by twenty or so chanting members of the Cult. What kind of jerk watches stuff like this, she asked herself for the millionth time!At last the whole thing was over! The final scenes of the doomed heroine being tormented on a wild storm-tossed beach had been filmed. Why they had needed to come al this.