The cigarettes Maxwell Carter had forced between her lips and the bubbly champagne she had drunk all combined now to make her feel slightly numb, gidd... and nauseous. Then the ensuing sensuality had left her loins in a hopelessly churning state of unrest and titillation. There had been nothing in her previous experience to prepare her for his question.Dominique and Maxwell laughed condescendingly and Ellen forced a smile. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life, and her memory of how near. Oh, Lord, she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut and taking a deep breath. Please. I need it. My little pussys so hot and wet. What do you need, sweetness? Your pecker. It came out as a whisper, her cheeks flaming red. Then in a loud, smokey voice, she declared, I need your pecker to fuck my pussy! Then bend over that there box, I told her, kicking a large crate, rattling the wood, and hike your skirt up! She hiked her skirtsthin legs clad in white stockings appearedand carefully dropped to her. What was even more important was that he, Harley, respected Lee Roy. Because he had never had true acceptance and the respect of a fellow man before, Lee Roy never realized how much it was a part of what he sought and felt lacking in his life.He also learned from watching Harley how it was just plain old okay to show affection and even love toward your woman. Lee Roy kissed Cassie on the forehead and slipped out of bed without waking her. The baby had kept her up fussing most of the night. Now. She walked out and down to his room, knocking on his door. He was fully dressed but online and looking up some unknown unmentionables. She knocked at his door and said “May I come in?” He said yes of course and quickly signed off the site he was on.“Hi” he said as he looked up at the attractive Marie. “Come on in.””What’re you doing?” she asked as if she knew.“Oh uhhh nothing?” he said lying.That, to her, sounded untrue which was of course true. He was doing something but he wasn’t going to.