“Oh, very much so! Chesty isn’t gay, but she just doesn’t trust a lot of men, as I noted. It’s nothing against men per se, but her lifetime of... experience with the menfolk has been one of frequent rape and abuse. Trust me, she’s the right choice,” the spirit assured me.Just then, there was a knock at the door, followed by a kick that pushed it open, but this time, only one man entered the house forcibly. It was Art Powell, born Chester Alan Arthur Powell, Jr., son of Chet and brother of Chesty.. I hadn't thought I'd really end up here and was thinking that Jack Daniel's must be whispering in her ear as well. She just lay stationary, accepting my caressing, a little tense, waiting. I stayed there for a while to see if she was going to put on the brakes. She didn't. She must have figured out what I was going to do and was going along. I was really going to do this! Was she going to let me? I lifted the hem of her skirt up it up to her waist to reveal loose-fitting pink cotton underwear. "Maybe you can trick one of them into coming here and convert her?" Jessica's mom said, "No, unless they volunteer its murder, we are not certified as meat processors or harvesters" Jessica replied as they both tought harder about how to get a meat-girl for the upcoming Father's Day Roast.Jessica was upset that she couldn’t get a meat-girl and even more upset at her mom for planning the whole thing before knowing if she could get the meat-girl now they have a barbeque planned and no girl to. I noticed him staring at my wife and I asked him if he could see Anita's pussy. He just nodded a yes; his eyes glued in my wife spread thighs…Samuel said he had already fucked my sensual wife during the afternoon; but he was now ready for more of that hot sweet cunt…He added that he would wait until the last man had left the pool party; so he could fuck Ana during all night long...I called Ana by my side and told her about our good friend’s intention.My sexy wife looked at Samuel, nodding it.