But then again, it was no more or less overt, than the blatant familiarity our wives had been showing towards those..."What brings you here today, Cha...se?" I asked guardedly. I was definitely suspicious of the two women's unexpected arrival.I'm not sure what Doug said to the other girl, but it was pretty obvious that both of them were taken aback by the coldness in our voices."Oh dear, am I being too forward by embracing you ... I didn't mean ... I'm sorry George; it's our way. Please accept my. Mum sat next to her and did the same. After a few minutes of the usual “how was your day?” talk, Jen jumped up from the lounger and announced “I’m gonna have a swim”. She took off her t-shirt to reveal a sports-bra strapping in her fair-sized breasts, nothing I haven’t seen before. Then she turned to face away from me, maybe out of shyness, and took down her shorts, slower than I would normally expect. She didn’t bend at the knees the whole time, sticking her bum right up in the air with some. Two women could no more conceive a childthan could two men, especially when their only form of sex was oral. Theinner tissues of Anya's watermelon-red cunt, the flood of her warmjuices, and the slick lips of her labia against Buffy's probing, lappingtongue, like the proximity of the demon's hairy cleft, was exciting inthe extreme, and Buffy's own pussy had been soaked behind the stiff maleorgan that jutted from her downy pubes.The ancient Greeks had known something of the excitement. Fair is fair."Pete's hands flew out from his sides. "Fair? You're telling me about fair? Ha! There was no 'we' drawing lots. The producers told us they did. And we all believe them, don't we? Because the producers would never lie."No, not them. Not the same producers who fixed every contest so Pretty Boy would win. Not the producers who edit all the shows to make the audience hate the people they want them to hate."And since when are you such a stickler for the rules, Pretty Boy? You weren't so.