In all honesty, I was only going through the motions with the agenda to poke their pretty backsides because their kinky games were more satisfying on ...so many different sensual levels that I found I was drained of my juices and taxed beyond my limit of coupling passion.They had both gotten into a giggling tag-team game of sitting on my face with various panties and thongs and sometimes nothing on at all. I knew they were expressing their disgust with male depravity in treating me so but I felt. Ulu kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks ever so much. Say why don’t you stay and have a drink. Komo will be back soon with Kulu.”“I’m not sure I’ll be able to drive after this cocktail it is delicious though.”“Special recipe. You could stay and I could drive you home later.”Ulu poured Kelly another large cocktail.Komo arrived back with Kulu. Kelly looked at Kulu as tall as Komo and just as broad with muscles where Roger didn’t even have places.“Do you fancy a game of tennis?” Komo asked Kulu.“Yes. .mmm!!" I tried to scream out, to no avail."It's okay...I just want to look."I could sense that Chelsea was pacing in circles around me. Feelinglike a little bird about to be devoured by a hawk, I came to realizethere was no way she could miss the wet spot that had to have made itsway through the striped nylon waist high stockings. Even if she did,there was no way she couldn't see they were pushed out in a way no girlcould possibly make happen.Chelsea's tone was firm, but forgiving. "I guess. ”“Yes Sir. It’s a good time of day when my brothers and I can catch Dad at the table and talk before he heads out. If he gets away, no telling where he’ll end up before the day is over.“Grandpa was telling me about the time when Dad first came here, I think it was back in ‘72? He said you liked to tell the story of the first time you saw him. I’d like to hear you tell it, if you would.”As they sat drinking coffee, eating their biscuits, bacon, and eggs, Dal Hopkins told Little Eli the story he.