Your lovely bride is occupied right now" she said as she watched Kathleen grab a pillow and put it over her mouth as her orgasm washed over her and sh...e screamed."She's in the bathroom sweetie; she should be out in a minute."She watched as Bobby pulled his cock out of Kathleen and as Chris moved down to take his place. Kathleen pushed Chris away and moved across the bed to take the phone. Chris was not to be denied however and even as Kathleen took the phone and said. "Hi baby, miss me?" Chris. Dinners were convivial, hilarious even, champagne was plentiful and at night the corridors on the upper floors were seldom silent for long. Yet somehow, Jack and Catherine, still deeply attached in their unconventional love, always seemed to wake the following morning in the same bed, if not always alone. Sex was a free-for-all. The AIDS scare was acknowledged but only in as much as the need for precautions and generally sensible hygiene played a more prominent part.Five years ago Jack died. A. I knew the one way to get the wife too get over her reluctance for Brandy's truck ride was to ask her to come along with us, full knowing that she would never agree to since we had to leave the house at 4am to make the delivery on time 150 miles away. And I was right, my offering calmed her down about it. Right on time, 4 am, Brandy drove up to the house and climbed in the truck. All I really noticed about her was that she was looking good as always in tight black jeans and a white tank top.. Tinkles, he thought, that what's she called Tim's small testicles. That's probably why he doesn't understand. She thought about other words."Your wing nut. Your jewel." I'm sorry, I just don't . . ."She was getting frustrated."Your ball." She said, almost commanding."Mam, I don't understand you." Sir, you have an enormous veiny black testicle hanging out of your ball-huggers! It's not very modest!" She raised her voice with a hint of anger. Or maybe it was resentment. She had never seen a.