”The girls had seen me get angry at THINGS and other PEOPLE, but never at THEM. This was different. Their jaws were hanging open as they watched the... color in my face turn to crimson in anger, my fists clenched in rage, and they heard the tone and volume of my voice as I stomped around. I was so mad I couldn’t even think straight. The other women backed away from the scene. Izzy ran back in her office and shut the door.With my head down, eyebrows knitted, my fists clenched, and an unmistakable. Ross walked with a feminine lilt into the living room. He opened the glass door on the entertainment center and scanned Mrs. Michaels' CDs. It didn't take him long to find something totally appropriate: Madonna's greatest hits. He put the disc in and hit play. Sound poured from speakers hidden in the walls, filling the house with Madonna's voice: "Come on girls! Do you believe in love? 'Cause I got something to say about it. And it goes something like this."Ross bounded back into the bedroom. It was up to Kiyone, to fill in most of the gaps as they'd carried Oki to the sun porch, so they could unzip the back and loosen the gown."That's a mater of opinion!" Kiyone sourly smarted."Why?" Just cause he stood up to you Key?" Sasami asked, she had of course over heard most of the exchanges in the living room. "I thought you liked guy's with big cohonies?" She curiously added."SASAMI!" Kiyone wheezed, utterly astonished..."Oh! For crying out loud!" Sasami grimaced tiredly. "Not you too?". She momentarily stopped eating her lover’s pussy and whispered, “I am going to fuck you tonight” then she resumed dipping her long tongue into Alma’s highly sensitized pussy. Alma’s earlier orgasm had never really ceased as Gretchen’s new machinations drove her again to the height of pleasure. He orgasm rose from deep within her soul as she screamed at the top of her voice “Gretchen, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, don’t you dare stop no don’t stop” and Gretchen did not as she continued for several.