"Me wearing my secretary's knickers and the tattoos are my wife'srevenge and her way of ensuring I don't stray again. After all what's awoman going to... think when they see me in knickers and the kinda pornotattoos when she goes down on me?" Hop on the table," Margaret said. I did and the two of them each tookone of my legs and secured my ankles into two stirrups, the samestirrups women use when they have a vaginal examination. Hmm. In my casethe stirrups were to assist in preventing my thighs. It was then that his hatred began to boil to the surface, his anger ready to pop. His face turned ugly, and he used all his will not to stand up and shout 'Faggots! Queers! Butt-fuckers!' But Bill sat still, keeping his sister on his lap, ready to squeeze her till she burst."I know your daughters give great head," Neil was saying, "but we just don't have the time. If we could, we would. We'll take a raincheck on it, though." I'm sure you will. Have a good day, men," Bill's father said,. The only surprise was the way mom punctured daddy's hypocrisy by reminding of his own libidinous (don't you just love that word?) response to their teen-age skinny dipping.I'd known, of course, that they'd been childhood sweethearts. They'd grown up in a rural area, on neighboring farms, and we still visit my grammy and grampy Finch there. But when she reminded him of how they'd gone skinny dipping in a neighbor's pond when she'd been my age, and that he'd gotten an erection at the sight of. He grabbed at his crotch, as if that could make his erection subside. I have to get out of here, he thought.He turned to leave, when suddenly he spied Armisen’s suit slung over the back of a chair. And on the ground, a couple of inches away, his underwear.Carson’s cock throbbed like a sore thumb. His mouth watered at the sight of Armisen’s crumpled grey briefs. He was unable to resist--he leaned down and picked up the underwear. It was still warm, with a sweat stain right at the seat of his.