One of these days, Prince Charles, we’ll have you in the back being pampered by half naked stews and we’ll fly you around. That is what I want. Sh...e knows until that can happen, I’m fine with her stealing kisses and holding hands on the throttle levers, as long as she shares the bounty afterwards. You two go preflight this bird, and I’ll get the kids rounded up. I love you both. No more questions of jealousy or wanting, Charlene. There is plenty of love to go around.” She kissed me, then. . . don’t . . . think . . . so,” Jerry grinned, tiptoeing into the apartment, placing hisfinger to his lips in a gesture for silence. He grinned at Crystal and winkedconspiratorally as he pointed toward the bedroom. “Let’s take a look,” he whispered.“I don’t think your sister’s as tired or as straight as you thought.”Color flooded Crystal’s cheeks as she heard the sounds coming from the partiallyopened bedroom door. Surely Gail couldn’t be . . . it was unbelievable!One peek and she knew it was. But this was the way Miss Newell wanted it, and she usually got what sbe wanted... or else! Though the manner in which she was eating the blonde doll's pussy, it was beginning to look like an all night session!Morgan gaped voyeuristically through the small crack the slightly opened door afforded, his lust-filled eyes fixed on Jean Blakeley's pink tightly splayed cunt with Lydia Newell's mouth and tongue glued to it in their cock-raising position. He could see the wriggling, licking movements of. . you bastard you really know how to turn me on.I smiled and began soaping my swollen cock. I slowly washed it. I didn't want to come today.After bathing I retired in my new silk pyjamas and kissing mistress goodnight went my separate way.The following morning with the doctor in mind I dressed as adrogenously as I could. I had no male clothes left so skinny jeans, white boy shorts, no bra but a spaghetti string top, with a denim shirt and a blouson jacket. Short white socks and plain white.