"Come on, we'll go tell the others what happened." Tell the others!" Zane's eyes went wide.But it sounded like a good idea to me. "Yeah. And I want ev...ryone to see the tape of the 'incident'. So what got you so worked up?"Zane turned deep red. "I want to do that. What Ian did." He swallowed hard and looked at the floor. "Actually, I want as many as will fit."I could see his dick bulging inside his pants - more than the thong justified - simply talking about it. "So if I could find a way to get. She made a plate of meat and potatoes for me and proceeded to sit on my lap and "try" about half of it. Fortunately there was more so I didn't starve. She made sure I didn't get too full. "I don't want you conking out on me because you got stuffed. If anyone's going to get stuffed around here, it's gonna be me."We put the dishes away, cleaned off the table and Les looked me over. "OK, big boy. It's time for desert."She headed toward the stairway and like a good boy (puppy dog) I followed. It. I notice as I approached the hem of her night apparel that, with her legs spread at an angle due to where she had placed them on my chair, I could see quite high on her thighs. As I maneuvered toward the juncture the gown crept higher, soon it was at an immodest position and my fingers were kneading the flesh close to her crotch.Now I was sure that she too had skipped undies, no panties were present. What was locking my eyes to her center was a shaded tract of fur, actually downy fuzz more. Being on the 3rd floor, on a corner facing the north, I headed toward the opposite end, down a flight to the laundry. 20 minuets later I was heading back up the stairs to wait for the wash cycle to finish, and I would walk past Joanne’s room, the same size as mine only on the opposite end. I noticed her door was opened about half way and I couldn’t remember if it was opened or closed when I walked past on my way to the laundry. Wondering what to do, I rapped softly, waited then I heard someone.