"Do you like to suck cock, Beverly?" Philip asked, "or would you prefer that I take you over there to the couch and let you ride on my dick?" I'd like... to taste and feel that sexy hard cock first, Philip, and I'm gonna do that whether you want me to or not," Beverly said as she first pulled her skirt up, reached up under it and removed her thong panty that she had on underneath it. Then, with Philip knowing that she now was naked underneath her skirt, Beverly came over and bent down by Philip's. ”, he exclaimed. “You hear that!”, he told the empty room. “You win.”Opening the magic notebook, his Fuckbook as Arthur was starting to think of it, he contemplated just whose name to write within. Then on a whim it hit him. Why just one?Really the more he thought about it the better the idea sounded. After all if he had to use the Fuckbook, why not use it to test the entities limits. Assuming it had limits.Not wanting to expand his pool of ‘victims’ Arthur wrote a familiar pair of names into. Placing a finger under her chin, he gently lifted her up. Taking the hint, she moved back up to where he was and her lips quickly found his. He rolled over on top of her, and her legs subconsciously parted, leaving him no option but to lie on her between them. His fat, exposed cock was pressed against the thin material of her moist panties, and he rubbed against her as they made out. She ran her sandal-covered feet up his legs, bending her knees and opening her thighs. His hard tool was. On the screen, two men dressed as priests were trading blow-jobs in a confessional."Have a seat," Dawn said, gesturing to the gigantic La-Z-Boy that was Jerry's favorite. "Want a brew?" What's the big emergency?" I asked her."Jerry's in jail." What?" Well, he's in the hospital and THEN he's going to be in jail." What happen -- can you turn that off for a second?"Dawn gestured at the screen while giving me a wide-eyed look of innocence. "This? I thought you were into this, Mister Bisexual.