I asked him how much he was making for threatening us. How much was Reilly was paying him? He told me. I handed him twice that much, from my wallet in... my suit coat pocket. Ten crisp one hundred-dollar bills, and as I pressed it into his hand, firmly, with the barrel of my 45 caliber Kimber in his ribs, firmly, I told him if I ever saw him or Fred Reilly again, I’d kill them. Where they stood. No one threatens my family. No one. I felt him shiver and saw him walk funny out the door. He’d pissed. "You're getting close, aren't you," Sara asks."Yepp, it feels great. I think I am about ready to cum," I respond.All of a sudden Sara slows down, and meekly says, "I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I really want you inside of me."Now at this time I was attempting to use condoms, but based on Kelly's admonition, I didn't bring any, expecting not to need them. I told Sara that I didn't have any condoms, and she said, "I rarely do this sort of thing, and I don't have any condoms either, but. He closed this one and opened the one below. Bingo. Panties. He sifted through them, blue, purple, white, red, black, tan, yellow, green mostly all silk. ‘Holy Smokes!’ he thought. No, I can’t wear these and cum into them, it would make a mess and impossible to clean up. Maybe there were used ones around? Then he remembered the laundry basket tucked in the corner of the closet. Sifting through her ‘dirty’ laundry he caught whiffs of her scent again, perfume mixed with fresh air and that. He wasn’t used to being rewarded for calling a woman a ‘fuhing rich’. “Res, reeese,” he said, feeling somewhat confused. He howled in pain as Alice spanked his wounded cock. “Sorry, it’s covered in dust. It looks well manky. Just a sec.” Stan suffered the indignity of his conquest nipping to the bathroom to recover a flannel with which Alice inflicted a mini bed-bath. “That’s much better,” she said, admiring her handiwork. “Now let’s have a little taste.” Alice climbed diagonally across.