"A little too intense Timmy dear?" Madge giggled. "I suppose I couldshut this little unit off but then it wouldn't be as much fun now wouldit? You're ...being milked sweetie, do you enjoy it?" She said giggling ashis plight. "You like to jerk yourself off while wearing my clothes?Well, it's much more efficient this way don't you think?" she said asshe continued watching the spectacle while the little remote devicecontinued stimulating and milking the helpless little sissy.Tim gasped once again and. You move over to your music system and put a little background music on before coming over to take a seat next to me, we have a chat and a laugh and a giggle as we both drink whatever it was you decided to pour for us, all the while giving me glimpses of breast and high thigh as you seductively let your gown slide open a little too often for it to be an accident, as we finish our drinks off you lean over to me to and start to lick and nibble at my earlobe, you keep nearly kissing me, teasing me. I don’t care if the Elvis Chapel is running a discount; it is still a bad idea.On the fourth day after we were married, Cora Leigh tried to run me over in the parking lot of a Waffle House, because she said I was flirting with the waitress. Which might have been valid except the waitress was about eighty years old. The police became involved, because Cora Leigh hit two other cars while chasing me with my own pickup truck. It took six deputies to subdue her, but the kicker was that she turned. (Did these guys never get soft?) “Get off the cuke. It’s served its purpose.”She looked to Christina, who seemed suddenly abashed to be sharing a salad ingredient in such fashion with her teacher. Together they eased off the fat green pole. It plopped free of the schoolgirl’s pussy first and Josh withdrew the other end from Amanda before it could tumble onto the sofa. His teeth crunched into one end, then the other, and he chewed—quite literally Amanda thought—with relish. “Tangy,” he said,.