night. So—
Once Blonde and Blonder got in bed with me, Sherry sucked me erect, I fucked Virgilia (who seemed to enjoy it), then I fucked Sherry (ditto), then the three of us showered together and got dressed. (Does it surprise you that Uncle Warren’s shower could wash three people at once?)
****
I had Sherry and Virgilia give me contact info (cel numbers, email addresses, Twitter), then I helped them carry their respective trash bags to their respective cars.
Walking inside, I realized I was famished. I told Bridget to fix us both something to eat from whatever was in the kitchen, then I headed for Uncle Warren’s computer.
On the desk next to Uncle Warren’s computer was a flatbed scanner. Well, maybe he used it for scanning and OCR-ing business documents, him having been a multi-millionaire and all. Yeah, right, whom was I kidding?
Sure enough, once I decrypted the “LAMP” folder and went in, 99 percent of what was there was Uncle Warren porn. After I copied the few files that weren’t photos of Uncle Warren having sex, I’d barely put a dent in the USB stick. So I copied all the photos of Sherry and Virgilia, and then I copied porn pictures at random till I reached the USB stick’s two-gigabyte limit.
I had just shut down Uncle Warren’s computer, and was putting the black cap back on the USB stick, when bare-breasted Bridget walked in. She was carrying my food on a tray: ham sandwiches and strawberry yogurt. I told her to bring her own food; I wanted her to eat with me. She was shockingly grateful.
The computer room also had a couch, with a rack of TV trays. I set two TV trays in front of the couch, her tray near mine. Again, Bridget acted like I’d done her an enormous favor.
I waited till she’d sat down and taken a bite, then I asked, “So what do you think of Sherry and Virgilia?”
“You ordered me not to speak disrespectfully of them.”
“No, I ordered you not to speak disrespectfully to them. Now I’m asking you a question; and whenever I ask you a question, I insist on the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.”
She nodded. “Mr. Harper, I don’t like how they look, especially because of how things turned out. And I envy them.”
“What do you mean, ‘how things turned out’? And why envy them?”
“They got to serve you with their bodies! I really envy them that.”
“You know about that? I thought you were in a different part of the house.”
“You three were loud , Mr. Harper.”
“Mm. And why does it bother you, them having sex with me, and you not?”
She turned to stare into my eyes. “I’m afraid that you don’t like me.”
“Hm,” I said. “Go ahead and finish your food while I think.”
A few minutes later, she set her TV tray aside and looked at me hopefully.
I asked Bridget, “How are you at sucking cock?”
She grinned. “I’m great at sucking cock! You don’t become a legal assistant without learning how to research stuff.” Then her face fell. “But I’d be third in line, wouldn’t I?”
“Second. Yours would be the second mouth on my cock. But I’ve never been sucked till I come, and I’ve never come in a girl’s mouth.” Then I leaned toward her and confided, “Actually, until I walked into this house this afternoon, I was a virgin.”
Then Bridget looked down at my boner, and up at my eyes. With a sexy smile, she said, “Just tell me when to start, when to stop, and how fast to go.”
I don’t know if it was an Olympics-quality blowjob, or if it was dime-a-dozen. Nor do I care. Bridget gave it everything she had for ten minutes, then I felt truly wonderful.
I got a glimmer of understanding then, how Uncle Warren could get addicted to this.
****
I got fully dressed, I gave Bridget permission to get fully dressed—Or otherwise she might go to work tomorrow, bare-breasted?—I collected her contact info, I kissed her goodbye on the mouth, and then I drove home.
Lord, I was tired.
Once I got home, I fended
Once Blonde and Blonder got in bed with me, Sherry sucked me erect, I fucked Virgilia (who seemed to enjoy it), then I fucked Sherry (ditto), then the three of us showered together and got dressed. (Does it surprise you that Uncle Warren’s shower could wash three people at once?)
****
I had Sherry and Virgilia give me contact info (cel numbers, email addresses, Twitter), then I helped them carry their respective trash bags to their respective cars.
Walking inside, I realized I was famished. I told Bridget to fix us both something to eat from whatever was in the kitchen, then I headed for Uncle Warren’s computer.
On the desk next to Uncle Warren’s computer was a flatbed scanner. Well, maybe he used it for scanning and OCR-ing business documents, him having been a multi-millionaire and all. Yeah, right, whom was I kidding?
Sure enough, once I decrypted the “LAMP” folder and went in, 99 percent of what was there was Uncle Warren porn. After I copied the few files that weren’t photos of Uncle Warren having sex, I’d barely put a dent in the USB stick. So I copied all the photos of Sherry and Virgilia, and then I copied porn pictures at random till I reached the USB stick’s two-gigabyte limit.
I had just shut down Uncle Warren’s computer, and was putting the black cap back on the USB stick, when bare-breasted Bridget walked in. She was carrying my food on a tray: ham sandwiches and strawberry yogurt. I told her to bring her own food; I wanted her to eat with me. She was shockingly grateful.
The computer room also had a couch, with a rack of TV trays. I set two TV trays in front of the couch, her tray near mine. Again, Bridget acted like I’d done her an enormous favor.
I waited till she’d sat down and taken a bite, then I asked, “So what do you think of Sherry and Virgilia?”
“You ordered me not to speak disrespectfully of them.”
“No, I ordered you not to speak disrespectfully to them. Now I’m asking you a question; and whenever I ask you a question, I insist on the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.”
She nodded. “Mr. Harper, I don’t like how they look, especially because of how things turned out. And I envy them.”
“What do you mean, ‘how things turned out’? And why envy them?”
“They got to serve you with their bodies! I really envy them that.”
“You know about that? I thought you were in a different part of the house.”
“You three were loud , Mr. Harper.”
“Mm. And why does it bother you, them having sex with me, and you not?”
She turned to stare into my eyes. “I’m afraid that you don’t like me.”
“Hm,” I said. “Go ahead and finish your food while I think.”
A few minutes later, she set her TV tray aside and looked at me hopefully.
I asked Bridget, “How are you at sucking cock?”
She grinned. “I’m great at sucking cock! You don’t become a legal assistant without learning how to research stuff.” Then her face fell. “But I’d be third in line, wouldn’t I?”
“Second. Yours would be the second mouth on my cock. But I’ve never been sucked till I come, and I’ve never come in a girl’s mouth.” Then I leaned toward her and confided, “Actually, until I walked into this house this afternoon, I was a virgin.”
Then Bridget looked down at my boner, and up at my eyes. With a sexy smile, she said, “Just tell me when to start, when to stop, and how fast to go.”
I don’t know if it was an Olympics-quality blowjob, or if it was dime-a-dozen. Nor do I care. Bridget gave it everything she had for ten minutes, then I felt truly wonderful.
I got a glimmer of understanding then, how Uncle Warren could get addicted to this.
****
I got fully dressed, I gave Bridget permission to get fully dressed—Or otherwise she might go to work tomorrow, bare-breasted?—I collected her contact info, I kissed her goodbye on the mouth, and then I drove home.
Lord, I was tired.
Once I got home, I fended
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