“It wasn’t like that!” she protested.“Tell me what wasn’t like that? I fought a duel, right?”“It wasn’t that kind of duel!”“And I ...defended your honor!”“You defended me from having to dance with your drunken frat brother!” she replied. “And it wasn’t like you fought all that hard, anyway!”“What was the duel?” asked Dad.“You tell them. It’s too silly for me to explain,” commented Marilyn.I shrugged. “We did flaming shots at two paces.” Mom just looked confused. “We poured booze into a couple of. He did not look grossly impatient. He did not look angry. He had looked angry, or at least distrustful, that night at the over-priced restaurant. Now he looked judgmental. “May I borrow you?”“Of course.” I lifted my phone. “Brother, I’ll call you back.”“Sure, but your savings better cover the casket or you’re getting the Folger’s can.” I hung up on him and frowned. That’s why you don’t give brothers a moment.“Sorry,” I said. “Do you want to sit down?”“Mr Stint,” my boss said, looking at the. I see you slowly rubbing your exposed nipples on the fabric and I wonder if you are about to have an orgasm. I bend over and say, "Stop, do not come until I tell you." Your motions slow but do not stop, I know you are close to the edge and are riding the beginning waves of your impending orgasm, waiting to be allowed to unleash the torrent. I step back and look at you, you turn around at the lack of contact and I see the horror in your eyes as you realize your ass is facing the large living. Béla was sitting on the bed at the far end, watching her intently. Her mind was shielded and her expression was unreadable.“How… are you going to get them out?” Beth asked, her voice weak and shaking from pain and orgasmic exhaustion. Béla closed her eyes. The sudden pain from Beth’s ruptured pussy walls collapsing into the vacuum where the apples had been caused Beth to double over again. As she lay gasping, her head half over the edge of the bed, the apples dropped onto the bed next to her..