Don’t let this go to you head, but I like YOU and I like Ginger. Jo and Beth are nice, of course. I didn’t get as much of a chance to talk to Doug...during dinner.”“I’m honored. We like you and Brad, too. We’re glad you’re staying for four days.”“If this keeps up you may have to pull me out of here with a tow truck.” After a minute she asked, “You don’t mind Ginger with Doug?”“Nope. We renegotiated our marriage a few weeks ago – we have an Open Marriage Agreement written and we study it almost. When her breathing settled down and the look of mixed love and lust returned I began to move. I know I’ve said it in earlier chapters but Kelly’s vagina is the most magnificent pussy I have ever been in. Her pussy, long unentered by her husband, was tight. Now I’ve had tight before, usually dry (my wife), but never anything that felt as wonderful as Kelly. She felt like a tight, dripping wet and slippery silk glove that had been made only to fit and hold my erect penis. I’ve called her pussy. I am well into week five of my stay and my behavior and attitude have improved dramatically thanks to some very sound and well deserved thrashings from Aunty Betty. In fact Aunty Betty was so impressed by the improved conduct from both myself and Amanda that she has relaxed her previously harsh regime concerning dress code and makeup. Currently there are no restrictions at all on Amanda and I am permitted to wear clear lip gloss and modest eye shadow. I am also permitted to wear shorter skirts. You just hadn't accepted it until now. Now strip in front of the window. I need to see what I now own. I've already told your neighbors what to expect." That explained so much.Without arguing, I moved to the window and bared myself to the growing crowd. There was even a food truck available. Displaying my naked body to them, I felt as sheepish as Little Bo Peep. But the shame was also exhilarating, stimulating my latent exhibitionism. I was as wet as Disney's Jungle River Ride but without the.