"I know; and so are you," I remarked seriously, and kissed her gently. "Go, kick your shoes off and relax; I'll get the pasta cooking, and bring a gla...ss of wine in to you." Sounds like a plan," she agreed.I don't know whether what I cooked would properly be called bolognese, but it tasted pretty good.Anne agreed; "You're a good cook, lover." Do you think you'll stick around, then?" Sure," she smiled, "for a week or so, anyway!" Actually, I was thinking rather longer term than that ... Anne,. . I don?t have twenty dollars. I?d give it to you, but I really don?t have it . . . I just don?t have it.? Steph looked up with pleading eyes.?Bitch, I want twenty dollars, and I fucking want it right now!??I don?t have it,? Stephanie sobbed.Stephanie really didn?t have the money. Her mother used money to control her. She never had her own money and had to ask for everything. Her mother picked out all of her clothes and she hated wearing them. She never got to go to the movies or hang out at. “Barb, lean over and just kiss it, feel how velvety it is.” Damned if she didn’t do just that, kissing the helmet over and over.“Oh Sal, you just gotta try this. I can’t describe how it feels, but it’s giving me tingly feelings all over!” said Barb.As usual, Sal was a little slow getting into the act, but soon was kissing Tracy’s five inch dong up and down it’s length.Ready for more stimulation, I told Barb to put it in her mouth and suck it like a Popsickle. She was a little reluctant to do. It had a built in pool which could be enclosed for winter use, tons of bedrooms and the grounds looked amazing. Dream on.When Ken woke the next morning to the sound of the alarm, he shut it off and just lay there. Jane snuggled against his morning piss hard-on and he wondered if they had time for some play before work. Probably not, he thought. It wasn't like they had a specified time to get to work - within reason, but traffic being what it was, leaving earlier was better. He began extricating.