"Yes it is, dear." Garret resorted to the common response used by menwith their women since before history started."You better remember that, too." Sh...e answered in the unofficiallystandard response to that.* * * *The dinner was sumptuous, and served in a number of courses that beganwith a fragrant, delicious soup containing bits of asparagus in a creamybase. The gentleman seated on her other side, whose name she couldn'trecall to save her life, chatted amiably about. Lots of earrings. Toe rings. Anklets. Bangle bracelets. Bright bimbo red lipstick. And makeup, sweetie. Lots of eye makeup. It won’t stop the arousal, but it will help mute it a little. And I’m sure every little bit helps now, doesn’t it, slut?’ Cassandra helped Michelle to her feet. Michelle’s eyes were a bit glazed and she seemed to have trouble standing. Cassandra walked the stumbling Michelle through the door and towards her car in the parking lot. ‘The second tip, sweetie,’ said Cassandra,. “When did my t-shirts become ‘your stuff?’?” I asked playfully.“Oh.” She said seeming to realize she was caught. “I started taking them to use…after your meet.” She finished sheepishly, biting her lower lip, playfully abashed.“I feel violated” I retorted in mock distress, and we both laughed, wrestling and playing with each other till Rach grabbed the towel, and yanked it away. My cock, fully freed from confinement, seemed to remind us both, as it hung there bouncing to my heart beat, that. “Not anymore. I figured out by now what kind of man you are. You’re a horndog, plain and simple, just like your son. The world could use more of your kind of man, in fact. And his. I’m totally converted to your worldview nowadays. Forgive me for kicking you out of the house?” Patricia pouted, her lips quivering as she awaited his forgiveness.“Sure, even if it was in the dead of winter. In Alaska, of all places! Nearly froze to death for a bit there. I’ll just have to take it out on your ass.