“What?” Greg sputtered, almost spitting out his own drink.“I said doesn’t she look a little like Mom,” Marcia repeated. “They have the sam... hair and Mom even has a dress pretty much just like that one. She looks pretty hot when she wears it too.”“Marcia!” Greg said shocked, not wanting to even think of his step-mom in a dress like that, one that barely covered her breasts. At least not with Marcia there to see the effect such an image would have on him.“Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re. I know that my Sarah Anne would have loved to laugh right out loud. When we all lived together, and slept in the same bed at night, it was quite the joy to watch both wives ride both husbands. I would have one hand on my wife and one hand on my sister-in-law. My brother would do the same thing, then pretend that it was not a most pleasurable way to copulate. Yes, he would say ‘copulate’ as if he didn’t mean ‘fuck’. Eventually the noble women squabbled about some silly nonsensical thing.. He came over and licked the chocolate first and then I saw surprise on his face and I nodded and said, Yes, there is champagne there as well, did you like it? He said, Like it? I loved it. It tastes yummier then any dessert I have ever tasted in a restaurant. I am not sure anyone can serve dessert so sinfully. I dont know if I should eat this or simply stare at its perfection. I put my hands behind me head, thrust my tits up in the air, inviting him in for the party and said, dig rite in. Its. No one... Well, which one of your whores do you have with you in Aspen?... Yeah, I bet...Fuck you, too."Mrs. Michaels snapped the phone shut and hurled it across the room."I fucking hate men!" she screamed. "One is stealing my lingerie! The other is fucking some whore in Aspen!"She pointed at Ross."You," she said, "Get in here."Ross got to his feet and walked into the bedroom."Closer," Mrs. Michaels said.Ross inched forward."Closer," she said again.Their noses were an inch apart. Mrs. Michaels.