“Ah well,” he said, “you know what they say about whisky.”“What do they say?” Sharon asked as she took a gulp.“Whiskey makes a lady fris...ky.”“Does it now.” she took another gulp and felt the welcoming burn down her throat. “Maybe it does, or is it Brandy that makes us randy?” she coughed a little as it made its presence felt.Sharon wiggled up onto the imitation suede stool and gyrated her arse into the lumpy padding to make a comfortable perch for herself. As she felt her damp labia brush the. Troy felt his erection stirring, but it was already late. He grabbed one of her used shirts to clean the come off of most of her and he pulled her cute nightgown back on, but he left her panties off. He glanced at Jason as he started for the door.“Do you wish she knew?”“Hell yes I do,” Jason replied easily. He unlocked the door and opened it. In the doorway, he stopped and looked back at Troy. “But you need to keep in mind that she isn’t like us. She wouldn’t fuck one of us in our sleep.”“I. I must say, I wish she had bought me a pair too! They were black comfort flats. "Comfort" is a perfect description of what they look like. While she was out grocery shopping one day, I slipped part of my foot in one of them and they were very comfortable feeling, even though only part of my foot could fit into them. I knew at that time, I needed a pair just like them.I devised a plan. I would go to the shoe store or one of the chains and buy me a pair under the pretense of Halloween. I searched. Cooking for him is a pleasure, it turns me on. As things finish cooking I start fixing his plate and pouring his coffee. Placing it on a tray so I can take it to him in bed. I had forgotten the butter and jam. Bending over in the refrigerator, focus on what I'm looking for I never heard him come in.He places his hand on my back and says,"umm, already with a wet pussy." The crotch of my panties was soaked. With his hand still on my back I felt a smack across my ass. He then pulls my panties.