.." Scientologists use them."Joey stared at Simon for a couple seconds, and just blinked. "They're not Scientologists," he whispered back harshly."How...do you know?" I don't..." Joey faltered. "Look, they're just not, okay? Don't be ridiculous. If they could afford that ... that E-thing, then they could afford a couple decent cell phones, don't you think?" I don't think you know how Scientology works. That's an expensive hobby." Just drop it, will you?" You know," Simon pondered. "I never really. Let me tell you this is really true incident with names changed for obvious reasons. Lets get on with the experience I always considered my mother-in-law to be a dried up old bitch, a real certifiable bitch. Well, she used to be anyway. Now, she’s my whore, my cock sucking, cum swallowing, hot pussied whore. She fucks me with her mouth, cunt, or ass whenever we get a chance and, believe me, I manage to find a lot of reasons to go to her place and do things for her. Unknown to me, my wife,. This one was a little different though; a new couple had moved into the neighborhood and this party was a welcoming bash for them. He, his name was Sam, seemed like a nice enough guy and in talking to him I found out we both had an interest in old cars. He was restoring a 65' Mustang, and I was trying to figure out how best to turn a 29' Ford pickup into a street rod. She, however, was something else. Janine was tall - 5'9" at least, long jet black hair that hung almost to her waist, green. In some ways it was a relief, we had probably indulged intoo much drinking and possibly in too much sex while we were on holiday.As a memento Babs bought me a wine bottle charm for my bracelet.The climax of our relationship with Hazel and Rosy had been the holidayand the circle of love. The white heat cooled and we were now in a closebut platonic relationship with them. As Babs said we did it because itwas fun and exciting and we should stop before it wasn't fun anymore.Rosy told us Rosy Selavy.