”“Oh, for God’s sake, spit it out!” Becky was usually the quiet one, so her outburst made them all laugh.“Lately, I’ve been having these�... thoughts. Well, feelings.” She looked at them all in turn. “…of a sexual nature.”“So something IS leaking after all.” Laurie laughed.Stacey slapped her arm. “NOT funny.”“Ow!” she yelped, rubbing her arm. “I was only joking!”Rebecca slapped the other arm. “No jokes! NOT in the circle! Remember the rules!”“But violence is okay?” Laurie was now rubbing both. Her thighs are smooth, tanned and toned and I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if she was wearing panties underneath. “Nice shirt.” I teased.“I didn’t think you would mind. I saw it hanging in the laundry room and it just looked really comfy. Is it OK Daddy?” she smiled that smile that she knew I could never say no to. She tried to strike a little pose but the bagginess of the shirt ruined the effect. I sat down at the table and managed to focus my attention on the cup of coffee that was. We were approached by a salesman as we were headed for the furniture section.Bobby Abrams looked at our blueprint, asked a few questions and then walked us back to the section called Store Front & Accessories. In our conversation we found out he was taking flying lessons at the Naples airport and was familiar with site we had rented. In less than an hour we had the complete rental site furnished. We got a high counter with high comfortable office chairs to sit behind it. The counter was built. God, Carol thought now, if Janet ever discovered how things have turned out, I would never live it down. Bad enough to be sitting here quietly sipping coffee with a butt plug in her ass and two different men's semen in her mouth (neither being her husband), and trying to look calm and collected. Imagine how Janet would crow if she found out what had been happening all this last week."It was a red light camera actually, Jan, not speeding." Ah yes. And did you put in the stat dec? Blame someone.