Come on in." She motioned me into the kitchen. In the kitchen, there was another naked woman. "This is my friend, Kelly. She's an artist; we were look...ing at her portfolio. Sit down. Would you like something to drink?"I shook Kelly's hand. Kelly's portfolio was impressive and I told her so. It was filled with photographs and pictures of sculptures and of paintings. They were all nudes."I'm always on the look out for new models," said Kelly. Just then Jill walked in. She was dressed for our. It was more than enough to override the familial loyalty that 49 depends on to keep the organization secure.I did not mention her guests as prime suspects. We both knew they had no family loyalty. In fact Abril really had no idea of their true identity. But she trusted them because they found her when she was down and (I suspected) at least one of them licked her pussy.Abril is extremely stubborn by nature, and I raised her stubborn streak. It does not take much. Using colorful language she. ”“What do your people call you?”“Wait ... what? My people call me Surprise, Melody or Trouble. Your turn.”“John Beavers...” he said.“From?”“Beavers Bottom.”I raised my hand like I was swearing to tell ‘the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. so help me God.’ “Frogmorton.” I said. “You know the hauley road east of Beavers Bottom?”He nodded.“The sheds on the hauley?”“Uh huh.”“My mom and dad kept their airplane in those sheds.”He looked close ... closer than when they were dancing. Brent, paying attention (and who wouldn’t?), inched his own hips forward, matching Kathy’s movements. Slowly, his member disappeared into my wife’s fundament, and she took on a look of clenched eye’d bliss.Soon, all of his hardness was buried in her depths, and I gazed at Kathy’s face. Her smiling gaze met me, and she panted out, “Whew, Honey! He’s not quite so wide as you are, but, Ghawd! He’s so firm, so hard, it’s like another kind of fucking altogether! Thank you for letting me introduce.