cola.”
I said that last part casually, but I was holding my breath. If my theory was wrong, things were about to get ugly.
But Sherry already had her hands on fasteners. “Yes, Marvin sir, right away.”
Neither of the other women spoke, and no other face showed disapproval. So I pushed my luck a little further. “Virgilia, I want you also bare to the waist. Right now, please.”
Fifteen seconds later, Virgilia was bare to the waist, and a bare-breasted Sherry had walked away, presumably toward the kitchen. But now came the real test of my theory.
You see, asking strippers to take off clothing was not much of a stretch. And Sherry and Virgilia doubtlessly knew, as I did, that all the windows in Uncle Warren’s house were tinted—nobody could see in.
But chances were excellent, Bridget hadn’t noticed the tinting. And chances also were excellent that Bridget had never before gotten naked except in front of a man whom she knew very, very well.
“Bridget,” I said, my voice and manner as casual as I could make them, “you too, please. Bare to the waist.”
Thirty seconds later, I nodded. “Now get back to your inventory, Bridget. Virgilia, go get cardboard boxes or trash bags, whatever you’ll need to move your stuff out of here.”
That’s when two bare-breasted women hurried away, and a third bare-breasted woman walked up to me and handed me a can of Diet Dr Pepper.
Now you see why I wasn’t worried about Aunt Esther challenging the will?
****
The blondes each had a lot of jewelry here at Uncle Warren’s house. Was all this jewelry real, or was it fake? I couldn’t tell, but I figured that if it was kept in dresser-top jewelry boxes and in dresser drawers, it couldn’t be super-valuable.
Then it occurred to me that I wasn’t thinking fourth-dimensionally. I simply asked each woman, “Real, fake, or don’t know?” It turned out that among all the costume jewelry, Uncle Warren had given Sherry and Virgilia each a genuine diamond necklace with diamond pendant. I casually waved my hand, and each diamond necklace got dropped into a blonde’s trash bag.
The blondes’ possessions also consisted of a mink jacket apiece—I guess Uncle Warren didn’t see eye-to-eye with PETA—lots of shoes with skyscraper heels, every kind of lingerie imaginable, and a vast collection of sex toys.
The time came when everything was divvied up except for a lavender double-headed dildo that was in Uncle Warren’s nightstand.
I said, “What are my options? I could trash it.”
Neither Sherry nor Virgilia said anything.
I said, “Or you two could flip a coin, see who gets it.”
Neither Sherry nor Virgilia said anything.
“Or I let it stay here, and whenever the three of us are in this bedroom, I watch you two use it.”
“You’d let us move back in here?” Sherry asked.
“Yes, once the legal challenges are over.”
I looked at the lavender sex toy, and said, “But right now, I got to say that watching you use this is a waste of two good pussies.” I had a massive boner when I said that.
Virgilia said, “Marvin sir, is there something that, um, you would like for us to do?”
“Only if you’re willing. If you’re already aroused, get naked.”
They didn’t take their clothes off the way that strippers normally do. No, they ripped their remaining clothing off their bodies as if they had fire ants inside.
When they were naked, I said, “Now get me naked. Do it slowly.”
Then I lost my virginity with them both.
Now, O Reader, you undoubtedly expect me to thrill you with tales of mind-blowing orgasms, rivers of pussy juice and gallons of jism, and acrobatic couplings that the Kama Sutra could only dream of. But that’s not what happened.
I’d come here to spend hours on Uncle Warren’s computer, remember? Since I’d walked in the door, though, I’d not so much as glanced at the silicon beast. And waiting for me at home was homework that was likewise unstarted. And this was a school
I said that last part casually, but I was holding my breath. If my theory was wrong, things were about to get ugly.
But Sherry already had her hands on fasteners. “Yes, Marvin sir, right away.”
Neither of the other women spoke, and no other face showed disapproval. So I pushed my luck a little further. “Virgilia, I want you also bare to the waist. Right now, please.”
Fifteen seconds later, Virgilia was bare to the waist, and a bare-breasted Sherry had walked away, presumably toward the kitchen. But now came the real test of my theory.
You see, asking strippers to take off clothing was not much of a stretch. And Sherry and Virgilia doubtlessly knew, as I did, that all the windows in Uncle Warren’s house were tinted—nobody could see in.
But chances were excellent, Bridget hadn’t noticed the tinting. And chances also were excellent that Bridget had never before gotten naked except in front of a man whom she knew very, very well.
“Bridget,” I said, my voice and manner as casual as I could make them, “you too, please. Bare to the waist.”
Thirty seconds later, I nodded. “Now get back to your inventory, Bridget. Virgilia, go get cardboard boxes or trash bags, whatever you’ll need to move your stuff out of here.”
That’s when two bare-breasted women hurried away, and a third bare-breasted woman walked up to me and handed me a can of Diet Dr Pepper.
Now you see why I wasn’t worried about Aunt Esther challenging the will?
****
The blondes each had a lot of jewelry here at Uncle Warren’s house. Was all this jewelry real, or was it fake? I couldn’t tell, but I figured that if it was kept in dresser-top jewelry boxes and in dresser drawers, it couldn’t be super-valuable.
Then it occurred to me that I wasn’t thinking fourth-dimensionally. I simply asked each woman, “Real, fake, or don’t know?” It turned out that among all the costume jewelry, Uncle Warren had given Sherry and Virgilia each a genuine diamond necklace with diamond pendant. I casually waved my hand, and each diamond necklace got dropped into a blonde’s trash bag.
The blondes’ possessions also consisted of a mink jacket apiece—I guess Uncle Warren didn’t see eye-to-eye with PETA—lots of shoes with skyscraper heels, every kind of lingerie imaginable, and a vast collection of sex toys.
The time came when everything was divvied up except for a lavender double-headed dildo that was in Uncle Warren’s nightstand.
I said, “What are my options? I could trash it.”
Neither Sherry nor Virgilia said anything.
I said, “Or you two could flip a coin, see who gets it.”
Neither Sherry nor Virgilia said anything.
“Or I let it stay here, and whenever the three of us are in this bedroom, I watch you two use it.”
“You’d let us move back in here?” Sherry asked.
“Yes, once the legal challenges are over.”
I looked at the lavender sex toy, and said, “But right now, I got to say that watching you use this is a waste of two good pussies.” I had a massive boner when I said that.
Virgilia said, “Marvin sir, is there something that, um, you would like for us to do?”
“Only if you’re willing. If you’re already aroused, get naked.”
They didn’t take their clothes off the way that strippers normally do. No, they ripped their remaining clothing off their bodies as if they had fire ants inside.
When they were naked, I said, “Now get me naked. Do it slowly.”
Then I lost my virginity with them both.
Now, O Reader, you undoubtedly expect me to thrill you with tales of mind-blowing orgasms, rivers of pussy juice and gallons of jism, and acrobatic couplings that the Kama Sutra could only dream of. But that’s not what happened.
I’d come here to spend hours on Uncle Warren’s computer, remember? Since I’d walked in the door, though, I’d not so much as glanced at the silicon beast. And waiting for me at home was homework that was likewise unstarted. And this was a school
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