I was soon joined in the shower by a still giggling Mary. It was a very playful shower that could easily have turned sexy, if not for the pinches and ...playful slaps from my sweetheart.“If you keep this up, Sugar Bear, we’re never going to get to work!”“Work, it’s a damned four letter word. I’d much rather stay in here with you for another hour,” I said trying to sound frustrated.She said that we needed to put a move on.I decided to get even with her and when she handed me a towel to dry her off. But we must be careful."It was a pious hope and overlooked the fact that, with a couple of gills of overproof rum beneath his belt, Popeye became mentally unbalanced. While the girls and I talked he decided that Basil Bundy was the cause of his misery. Not only did he imagine the flabby singer had plotted the ambush, which had seen Popeye's homosexual partner sent to gay-heaven, but the large sailor thought Bundy might substitute for his late Philippino bedmate.This I understood later. At the. Her home was almost an hour away. As they left, I hugged and kissed Becky goodbye. Then, I hugged and passionately kissed Ron who said, "Syl, it’s late. Go to bed and get some sleep. Don’t wait up for me to get back home." I undressed fully, and then put on only my robe. But, I didn’t go to bed. I wanted to greet Ron when he returned to tell him how proud I was of him for defending Becky. I curled up on the sofa to nap, awaiting his return. As I drifted in and out of a light sleep, my pussy. "Uggghhhhh," Carrie groans, "I swear this is not 'cliche' for me, but could we have sex?" I pause from licking her pussy to say, "Neither 69-ing nor intercourse after a frat party is cliche for me, but I'd love to do both with you." Since we were 69-ing with Carrie on top, it just sort of seemed convenient to start off in doggy-style. With my hands already on Carrie's hips, I guided her forward, and got on my knees. Taking my cue, Carrie spread her ass cheeks with her fingers and I swear I.