To befrank, he still couldn't believe anything that had happened up to thispoint."How about... right now?" Nadine offered. Her voice had suddenly beca...ethat of another person. Gone was her angelic feminine voice as it wasreplaced by a deep male voice. She hiked up her white dress to herwaist and climbed onto Garret's bed in one swift motion.There was an apparent bulge at the front of her yellow cotton pantiesas it was now barely a couple of inches from his propped up head. Shewas definitely not. "Just relax!" Okay," I smiled, feeling a bit silly at being all nervous. It was just because it was a strange new place and I felt like the odd-one-out, what with being dressed reasonably sensibly."Have a cig," Jenny said, offering me one. We both lit up and took a big pull on our beers."Hey Jen," said a passing guy. He was short, fat and had a big mohawk just like Jenny's, although his was bright green."Hi Rob," Jenny greeted him, "Not with Claire tonight?" Nah, she's ill. Got the flu." He. I couldn’t stop anymore. I held her waist and placed her over the table. Then kissed her again, lips locked. I had one arm on her hip while the other had her right melon grasped within. The wilder we got, the better she was spreading her legs.Her legs had free movement under the maxi and naturally widened to let the tool meet the hole. Finally, when we separated lips, her legs were widely spread. I was pressing myself over her between them. She purred. Our organs were touching each other. ^= We like our award shows. Perhaps I should rephrase that. Kay loves the award shows and… well, I love Kay. Most of you know, by now, who Kay is. She’s been my best friend since I was seventeen, a friendship that has evolved over the past twelve years to lover, girlfriend, soul mate, and wife. Oh, and owner, or rather, Kitty Girl’s owner. I even have the collar to prove it, complete with a single silver tag inscribed with the words Property of Kay on it. Sunday night was Oscar night and we’d.