’ He looks so sweet curled up in the back like that doesn’t he?’ ‘Really cute,’ Mary agreed readily. ‘Is he house trained yet?’ ‘Oh ye...s,’ beamed Moira. ‘He’s no trouble at all. I’m so glad I got him to keep Boris company, and they get on so well together.’ ‘They don’t fight then?’ ‘No Mary. Boris is so much bigger than Joss, so he just swats him if he gets out of hand.’ ‘Two males together though Moira,’ warned her friend. ‘Lots of testerone going on there. Aren’t you worried?’ ‘No. I’m going. It was relatively easy to identify men who were looking for sex. They would be carrying plastic bags of groceries, a couple of unopened bottles of wine, or unwrapped cigarette packets. And they would pass Tracey and Buttercup with eyes which were evaluating them and comparing them with other women they’d passed, to decide whether they wanted to fuck them. Or they might be cruising slowly past in their cars, most of which were of a far poorer quality than Tracey knew from back home, the windows. Well, maybe I should have used some other word. You actually do seem to be quite hard.” She was holding his cock and gave it a little jerk when she said the word hard.“Rudy come here. I need you to help out.”The tent in the front of Rudy’s pants seemed to indicate he liked watching Joe get molested a bit more than a guy really should. I was sure Helen noticed this, too. I knew she would be taking advantage of the situation.She made Rudy strip off and then explained the role called for a scene. There was a rustling noise from the back seat as Sandra and Jerome hurried to straighten their clothes. As soon as the car stopped in the driveway, Sandra pulled Jerome out of the car. She held his hand as she leaned toward the side window toward her daughter.Elaine saw that her mother's hair was a mess and her clothes were askew. Her blouse was hastily buttoned but in the wrong holes. Her skirt was twisted. "Mother!" Elaine gasped.Sandra smiled at her daughter as she looked into the car. "My.