“I didn’t fuck anybody…just got head…” the stud replies casually. “Oh…from your girlfriend…?” the MILF asks, with just a hint of jea...lousy in her voice; she gives Aaron’s rigid love pole another long upward sweep of her tongue, from balls to tip. “No, just some chick…” the stud replies with a shrug of his shoulders. “’Just some chick’…” the MILF repeats, with a contemptuous little snort. “I know what you guys are like! All three of you…you, J.J. and freckle face!” the MILF exclaims, shaking her. On the way I told her we needed to stop and pick up the Winchester I’d been coveting for months. She appeared surprised at the size of the riffle I had bought but I reminded her that ever gun has a purpose. I told her I was planning a trip to Alaska to go bear hunting. She seemed curious but reserved at the same time. As she looked at me I noticed her eyes were green and couldn’t help but take note of her hot body. We got to the booth with the handguns she browsed a few pointed at one I shook. ..what if she never was my Isabelle again?I felt my eyes flood with tears. Shit, as if I needed to start crying at this moment! "Fuck..." I wiped my eyes. "I love you. Deal with that." Then I walked out of her room and went to my own. Pt. 4For the next few weeks Isabelle continued with her strange mood and I moped. She made arrangements for Greg to bring her home from school and lots of times they would come back to the house to study, or he'd stay for dinner. I avoided them as much as possible. Just go with the flow, Frilly.Pink.Nothing actually changed after she asked me that question and I spent thenext six weeks self-training with full make-up, my bullet-cupped corset,stockings and high heels and not forgetting, of course, my deliciouslysilky satin gym knickers. Little Henry remained in his prison, beingmolested every time any of the women came into the room. He was stilltrying to raise a beat and was still constantly frustrated by his tinycage. The agony didn't change but I was.