You could do wonders with her, but don't let it go to your head.”“Should I talk to him? What do you want me to tell him.”“Tell him that when h... asks for sex, he shouldn't take no for an answer. Some of us like to be pushed.” “I think I get it. Do you think she will open up at the club? Or are we wasting our time? ”“I think both you guys will be surprised. It may take a little prodding to get her going, but I think, in the end, she'll be joining us at our parties.”So I talked to Kurt, and he. I turned into the doorway to see Sue and Marybeth sitting at the table, talking, with coffee and muffins. They turned to look at me, and we exchanged ‘good morning’s as I kissed Sue, then Marybeth, and took a seat across from them. They were silent, but grinning a little, like little girls. I took a muffin. “What?” I asked expectantly. Marybeth smirked and asked, “Would you like some coffee, cocksucker?” and they both snickered. I guess I was too late.“Okay, let’s get it all out, go ahead,” I. " We both made our way to our respective stores with a parting wave. Around two thirty Clive ‘phoned to let me know that the car was fixed and I asked, "Do I owe you anything?" He replied, "Candy you don’t owe me a thing, just keep me on your list of special friends." "I will, I will," I said, "and perhaps in the next week or so we can get together for some TLC." He chuckled and hung up with, "Sounds wonderful but I’ll have to go, I can feel a slight stiffness coming on." At just after four. "Damn! Why isn't he being a gentleman and getting them chairs?" Bob said, whispering louder to the group."Yeah, really." Mark commented."How rude." Tim added, even softer."Yes, he should." I chimed in.That is when Tammy chimed in as well. It was almost as if she was defending him."Well, maybe they don't want chairs. Maybe they're comfortable with the way they are. Why blame him?" she asked.The husbands all blushed while the other women remained quiet. Their constant gazing upon the black stud.