We're going to watch each other masturbate." I say to him."Jackie, I want to fist you. I want to fist your ass! I want to grease my hand and arm and s...ove it up inside your hot little ass." Michael moans. Ummm... seems he has other ideas!!!Oh God! The thought of that drives me crazy. I need more. "Michael, I'm getting up onto my knees, my legs are spread wide. I have my favorite toy, a vibrating, double dildo that I call "Big Jim." I'm going to use it to fuck my pussy AND my ass, while you tell. Of course, I wasstill wearing her clothes, although my makeup felt a bit icky by then.Over dinner I told her the name that I had given Mrs. Forester, and mythinking she was right, about dressing to go out that is, then all about mytrip to the grocers that afternoon. I also told her Mrs. Forester had saidthat she had never mentioned a sister named Megan, just to alert her to thepossibility that Mrs. Forester might bring it up."Kind of a nosy old broad I think!" Now Megan, be nice. She looks. Her fees will be taken from the household account funded by my father. You two men don’t clean up after yourselves. Millie and I will do the shopping for the house so I will need a car. That truck you have will be to hard for me to climb into. I want a small four door with room in the back for several bags of groceries. A Plymouth Duster will do nicely. My name has been added to the checking account that my Father has in the Mercantile and Planters Bank in Small Town and Millie and I will be. “Yes. You really can only see the pattern of windows. If it is not, I shall only be next door. Thank you for the ride.”“Thank you for your charming company, Miss Slater. Merry Christmas.” George had needed to plan out her response in order to plan out his actions. The planned response was nothing like the real one. At first, as he had expected, she had struggled against his embrace and his kiss. Then, as he had dared hope, she had responded to the kiss. She had kissed him back, or as good as..