She’d filled out since I’d last seen her but clearly she was very fit and the tight, white t-shirt she was wearing was figure hugging, showing off...those firm breasts I remembered well. She was wearing a short skirt revealing her attractive long legs and slim waist. I tried to focus, “Does Kate still live at home then Beryl, er.. Aunty Beryl?”Aunty called Kate back into the hall, “Yes, Kate lives at home with me now since she got kicked out of her flat last year.” Again, Kate turned bright red. The thought of actually fucking my wife's ass was ironic. I'd felt like she'd fucked me in the ass several times.I had to admit, retrieving the butter from the refrigerator seemed like a crazy idea. No doubt Maggie was still anticipating Andrea chickening out, and thus leaving long before I got the butter anywhere's near her ass, let alone my prick. Heading back upstairs with a cube of butter, even I didn't think I'd actually be unwrapping it.Andrea was still going down on Maggie when I stepped. He ran and ran and ran. Just to get under cover before he had to come face to face with them. He ran into the building, ran up the stairs and banged on the door of Maddie’s flat. She opened the door, tears of laughter running down her face.“Oh dear, oh dear”, she said, “I told you not to run, and you disobeyed. What did you do?”“I ran”“You disobeyed me”, said Maddie“I disobeyed”, muttered Joe, wondering what was to happen as a result“And what do you deserve”“I deserve, I don’t know what I. What if there is abeautiful young woman out there who fancies herself being meat? What wouldhappen if I advertised for a human dinner the way Armin did? Would she respond?That's what got me going with that first lame ad. The replies to the second ad were only slightlymore numerous and included the expected couple of humor-challenged nut caseswho thought I should be hunted down and exterminated, plus several girls thinkingit was either a modeling gig or a coded solicitation for prostitutes. But.