Uh, what did you do? Have a crapshoot?'"What do you mean?'"Sorry, I guess that sounds really crude. I mean, did you just let nature decide which of yo...r husbands would be the father?'"Exactly right, Jane. We had a genetic crapshoot. And I won. Say, you're tan all over, I thought you were wearing a virtual suit.'Jane looked around before answering. "Mary, can I sit next to you?'"Sure, I'll move over.'"No, Anne, I told Dad I go bare here. I told him I'm happy that way and I'm safe here. And I. ‘Can I help with anything’ Frankie felt obliged to ask. ‘No, just relax it will all be ready shortly, have a drink and chill out’ Chris said as she breezed back into the kitchen.As with their first meeting with Chris and Danny, they all just sat and chatted comfortably while Danny got them all drinks and Chris continued in the kitchen.‘Right, come and get your starter’ Chris said as they all stood and headed for the table, Chris directing that they take seats opposite someone else’s partner. . She told me that Doug's cock was going to blow my mind not only today but for a long time to “CUM”. Doug had decided that the four of us guys were going to be fully trained as sissy boy fuck toys for members of his club. And that today we would begin our training with the help of our wives. He then asked me if I enjoyed his big shaft up my ass and I said I loved it while be bounced me up and down like a toy. With each bounce I rose up and then slammed down hard and could feel that big shaft. I knew he had formed an attachment with a local girl, and conjectured he would benefit more than I from any social intercourse during the evening, which it seems he did.In order to wet the new King’s head I donated a tun of strong ale, and a puncheon of scrumpy, to the men’s canteen. Even the most hardened of topers in the Lincoln Imps had learned to treat the latter beverage with respect during their stay in Somerset. A quart of scrumpy per man would be enough to lay out most of the regiment.