In fact, upon further probing, she admitted to having been thinking about how to breach the subject herself."If that's what you're looking for, we can... cut the evening short and put our heads together on how to proceed with our feelings," I said with a smirk and far more confidence than I felt.She dabbed her lips with a napkin, but I could see her grin behind it. When she lowered the napkin, her features were once again schooled. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Phil."We excused ourselves to. It was sort of strange, the two of us. We were physically so different. He was tall and skinny while I was shorter, maybe 6′ even and stocky, built like a tank. I was a top jock, captain of the football team when Jerry was the equipment manager. I was in the top of my class where Jerry just barely passed. I had my pick of the girls in the school while Jerry had to settle for the class whore and even she wasn’t sure she wanted anyone else to know she had gone out with him. The two of us were. Sheila wore a red thong and a spaghetti strap crop top that she'd even shortened so the lower portion of her breasts showed and made her look even sexier and more desirable to the others in the house. Most of the men couldn't keep their hands off of her when she appeared in that outfit, and according to Sheila they weren't supposed to.Sitting primly in the living room studying her iPad was Ellen. She snapped to attention as she flew into a standing position as the pair reached the bottom stair.. Online had insisted. ‘Yes, your slut-whore remembers her safe word. But I’d never need it with a pig like you. You’re too weak to take a real woman like me and **** her.’ I like acting up sometimes. ‘Good and we’ll see…’, the typed letters spelled. Even in my horny, fucking high state that seemed an odd response from Mr. Online. Just then there was a knock at my front door. I crossed my living room from my desk to answer it wondering who it might be. As soon as I opened the door a crack it.