Gretchen said with a firm masculine voice, “OK baby it’s time to love me up good” as Gretchen’s hands held the top of her head and guided her ...own to her fully shaven pussy. Alma always stopped to work her way around Gretchen’s pussy by kissing her inner thigh where it met her pussy and then alternating by swirling her tongue around Gretchen’s outer labial lips and kissing all around Gretchen’s pubic mound. She placed her palm on Gretchen’s pubic bone and rubbed her by gently massaging the top. “Ean, I want you to kiss Montana,” I whispered more firmly, “it’ll make me happy.” Ean looked to Montana scared as if she wouldn’t let him, as if she would reject him. For a while, I didn’t think she would let him. She looked from him to me trying to figure out the situation. I thought she was going to back down in fear but apparently, she figured enough out to very shyly scoot in to my brother for a kiss. My impending orgasm was fluctuating. I wasn’t really sure if I would orgasm. Almost all. Finding Cal in this was going to be difficult. I thanked Gretl for getting me in and set off on my search. The band on the stage finished their song, some German number I didn’t know, and announced a thirty-minute break, during which the DJ would be playing records. The first one was an old smooching record, Release Me by Engelbert Humnperdick, the English singer from Leicester, not the German composer, and the crowd on the floor thinned out. I started circling the dance floor looking for Cal,. Since I could not be the fatherof 'my' kids, it might be possible to become their mother.I found Shirley in the company cafeteria sitting by himself. I guess hewas still new enough in the company that he had not made many friendsyet. I selected a salad and orange juice and sat across from him at histable."Hi, Shirley," I greeted him. "Fancy meeting you here."He looked up at me, puzzled briefly. Then, "Oh, hi, Marla. No! It'sJack, isn't it?" That's right. It's good to see you again. And I'm.