”“How long have you been sleeping naked?”“A couple of years.”“What do you do when you get out of bed?”“Put on my robe, or sometimes br...efs and a robe.”“What’s the difference?”“If I’m going to shower, I just put on the robe. If I’m going to go anywhere except right across the hall to the bathroom, I put on briefs as well.”“Changing subjects again. Do you talk with your dad or mom about sex?”“My mom. We talk about just about everything. My dad calls us ‘two peas in a pod’ because we see. ”“He’s OUR Ben,” Mandy said. “He sleeps in OUR bed.”Barb smiled. “Goes without saying. Day to day, we think we’ll keep our marriages separate, but...”“We can still do the free-for-all thing,” Bink said, “and if somebody desires a sub-group thing...”“No,” Barb countered. “Baby, it’s you and Mandy and Ben, and it’s me and Sara, or it’s EVERYBODY...”“Okay,” Bink said. “We were tryin’ to make accommodation for Ben bein’ the house dong.”“And y’all maybe wanting to use ‘im...”“And all of you are. It may be that we finally run out of innocent excuses to tease each other. Or it may be the fact our stomachs are telling us we need to add something nice for our pallets to sample other than just wine. We decide to take our full picnic basket and wine back to the car and head to my surprise picnic area. You open the door to the back seat and I carefully slide in the basket. Stepping back, I almost bump into you and so you lean up and pull me down to you. Our lips meet. Your soft, warm lips. It seems kind of weird." Karla says and I wonder if she's thinking about how my cock felt against her stomach, the last time she was home."What's weird? Didn't you used to go around the house half naked when you lived here? It's no different than that." Connie argues, persuasively."You're right. And if you're going to get him to fuck you, we need to get him really horny." Karla agrees. "Okay, it's a deal." She says, bending down and kissing her friend on the mouth. They start touching each.