Chapter 7: Getting the Story Straight

By sunset the sky had cleared enough for the orange light to bathe Ruby’s bedroom through her westward windows.  Ruby and Flossie lay, innervated but still entangled, upon a bed littered with dildoes.  Cissie alone remained active: kicking Ruby’s Kennedy rocker into high gear with a jade egg half full of mercury working in her twat.

When the bedside telephone rang, Ruby said, “Slow it down, Cissie,” and took up the receiver with an uncertain hand.  From her angle she couldn’t see the caller ID, but who else could it be?

“Klieger residence,” she announced as a proper military wife.

“Honey, this is Roger,” said her husband.  “Arnie came in exhausted.  He dictated a summary report and has already gone home, which means I’m stuck on duty.  I’ll get a bite here and be home by midnight.  You might wait up; I’ve got a lot to tell you.”

“That makes two of us with a lot to tell.  We have a situation, Roger, one that needs your help.  I don’t think you can wait till midnight.  Make Pelcher take the duty.”

“A situation?  Some kind of storm damage?”

She chuckled.  “It results from storm damage, all right.  Can you at least come home for an hour or two … to make arrangements?”

He was silent for a few seconds, saying finally, “Give me a hint.”

“Hmm.  How about visitors you don’t know but you’ve seen a lot of?”

“Visitors!  In the middle —”

The operators of the station’s tiny telephone exchange were known to eavesdrop.  Ruby interrupted.  “That’s what needs your help.”

“Umm …  Okay, maybe I get it.  I’ll be there in a few minutes.  Can I bring supper?  Bailey has made up a table full of his ‘Hurricane Sandwiches.’”

“Sure.  Bring about six.”

“Six?”

“Six.  Eight might be good if you’re very hungry.”

“Ah … all right.  See you shortly.”

“And come on upstairs to the den.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ruby hung up the receiver and regarded her guests.  Cissie had ceased to rock and returned the stare with equal curiosity.

“What did you girls have for lunch?  Did you get any?”

“Creight went out for beef sandwiches,” answered Flubbie.  “Pretty good.”

“Can you stand to eat them again?  Roger’s bringing some home.”

The black-haired girl glanced at the blonde.  “We’d love them again.”

“Good!”  Ruby rose off the bed.  “Come on, let’s take a shower.  He’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”

* * *

When Roger entered his upstairs den, he found his wife and two girls flopped on the big couch, each barefooted and wearing one of Ruby’s housecoats, of which she had a goodly selection because in summer they were mostly all she wore at home.  The two sets of blonde hair were pulled back in damp ponytails; the black hair had been brushed.  Ruby was lightly made up; the other two didn’t need it.

The girls were pretty enough and faintly familiar.  The blonde one had only half closed her coat.  He could see deep cleavage, a plump belly, shaven pubes and the folds around a clitoris.

“Well, well!” he uttered, grinning around.  “What have we here?”

“A treat,” answered Ruby, “that you’ve been asking for.  Next to me is Flubbie.  The blonde is Cissie.  My dears, this is my husband, Roger.”  He was wearing his blue duty uniform with the silver bars of rank on his collar points and the large name tag, KLIEGER, on his right breast.

“Pleased to meet you,” said Flubbie.

“Wow, a hottie!” added Cissie, eyes alight.

He blinked.  “Last names?”

“They haven’t said,” Ruby replied.

His smile faltered.  “Why not?”

Flubbie sighed.  “We don’t want to.”

He grunted but let it drop for the moment.  “I’m delighted to meet both of you.  Ruby, I left a bag of fresh sandwiches on the kitchen table.”

She smiled.  “We’ll go down but first, I’ve cued up a DVD for you.”

“DVD?”

He took a seat beside his wife and she pressed a button on the remote.  On the large flat screen a side view of two naked females appeared, arrayed in soixante neuf.  Along one edge enough of a kneeling man could be seen to reveal a large cock plunging into the pussy on top while a red-lipped mouth below it licked the junction with long strokes.

“Recognize the girls?” asked his wife.

He stared from the screen to the two grinning faces beyond his wife.  “I … can’t believe it!”

“They’re really us!” declared Cissie, grinning proudly.

“I can’t believe … two porn stars in my den!”

Flubbie giggled.  “We’re not stars.  Harve said we were just amateurs.”

“Oh yeah?  How much did Harve pay you to film that scene?”

“Pay us?”  Flubbie blinked.  “He should’ve paid us?”

“I’ll say!  That’s one of the hottest scenes in all porn.  It’s my favorite.  Especially when he comes.”

The foursome watched the scene play out.  The cock swapped back and forth between pussy and mouth.  At last jism erupted in a flood from the corner of the red lips.

“Your guess was right,” said Ruby.  “They stopped the camera and blew a load of cream into Flubbie’s mouth.”

“I knew it!  Not even Peter South makes that much jizz…  Well, I’ll be damned.”  He grinned slowly at the girls.  “I’d love to stage it again.”

“You will,” said Ruby confidently.  “I thought of that as soon as they showed up.”

He patted her knee.  “What a wonderful wife you are!”

“That’s a mutual sentiment,” she said, stroking his arm.  “But now we’re hungry.”

He stood up.  “While we eat, you girls can tell me how you got here.  It must be quite a story!”

* * *

Swallowing the last of his sandwich, Roger summarized, “So you passed most of the night in pitch darkness while the yacht shook on the rocks and the storm roared all around you.  You must have been terrified!”

“We were,” declared Cissie.

“Except …” Flubbie mused, “even that gets old.  Nothing was hurting us, we were warm enough in each other’s arms.  We went to sleep.”

He chuckled.  “Even horror gets old, eh?  What did you think when the boys woke you up?”

Flubbie grunted.  “I thought, ‘Where did you come from?’  We didn’t know we were on land.”

“Precariously.  Ruby, did you tell them what happened to the yacht?”

Flubbie answered, “We heard it came loose from the rocks.”

“It finally broke in half.  Both parts floated off but the waves kept smashing them against the rocks and broke up the flotation voids.  They’ve sunk to the bottom, which is deep against that cliff.  If you had any property worth saving, you’ll have to prove it before anybody will dive for it now.”

Flubbie shrugged.  “Nothing valuable.”

Cissie murmured, “So Creight and Dave really saved our lives!”

“Yes, they did,” said Roger with a grin.  “You might show them your appreciation.”

“We tried all day!” declared Flubbie, eyes flashing.

“Good girls!”  He grinned at her.  “I’ll bet you wore them out in no time.”

She said complacently, “They’re only boys.”

He mused, “I wonder what they were doing out on the point so early.”

“Very young boys,” said Ruby, “always hopeful.  And today they found something worth the effort.  That Dave is precocious.  He’s the leader of the pair, despite his size and youth.”

Roger thought that over and cocked his head.  “Ruby, I’m sure you know what a dangerous game this is.”

She grinned slowly.  “As you always say: ‘You have to grab the brass ring.’”

“But that boy can ruin us!  While he was in this house … who was he fucking?”

“Me,” said Cissie with a leer.

Ruby grinned.  “And Flubbie fucked him with a strap-on.”

“Did he ask for that?”

“No.  Said he didn’t like it at all.”

“Hmph!  How about him and you?”

“He doesn’t appeal to me.  I haven’t messed with a hairless boy since I was a teen myself.”  She snorted.  “He’s more the kind dirty old men love.”

“Is that a warning?”

“To take care.  But I remind you, we’ve been courting danger right along.”  She gestured at the girls.  “Here’s just some more.”

His eyebrows rose.  “Wouldn’t you say they’re less hazardous than our frater—”

“They’re underage, Roger.”

He blinked.  “And starring in a porn vid?”

She nodded.

His face hardened.  “How old are you girls — and I want the exact tRuby!”

Cissie regarded Flubbie.  “I think we ought to tell him.”

“Seventeen!” declared Flubbie, looking away from her friend.

“No, we aren’t,” Cissie corrected.  “We’re both fourteen … fourteen and a half.”

Flubbie sniffed and heaved her shoulders in disgust.  “Now you’ve done it.”

“Done what?”

“Now they’ll send us back.”

“Not necessarily,” said Roger, studying them.  “Ruby has already taken the chance, hasn’t she?”  He sighed.  “I’ll go along — make it even worse — if you really are the two girls in that vid.”

“Of course we are!” said Flubbie.

“I’m going to let you prove that,” said Roger gravely.  “Come on up to the den.”

He and Ruby led the way on the backstairs.  She said to him softly, “I knew you couldn’t resist them.  This is like lottery luck.”

“My dear, the luck is having you for a wife.”

In the bedroom he began to remove his clothing, shoes, underwear and all.  “Throw off those housecoats and tell me which one of you likes jizz better.”

“That would be me,” said blonde Cissie with a grin.

“Not that I mind it,” said black-haired Flubbie stoutly.  Both of them were already naked.

He peered at her.  “You’re Flubbie, right?  What kind of name is that?”

“The nickname my little sister gave me.”

“You were the one in the vid who got the jizz mouthful.”

She shrugged.  “I had to.  They wanted it to show.  Cissie would’ve swallowed everything.”

“Would you have?”  His glance, now admiring, included the blonde.

“Oh, yeah!” said the girl dreamily.  “I love jizz.  It’s like nut soup.”

Flubbie said dryly, “It is nut soup!”

Cissie blinked.  “I mean it tastes like peanuts.  And other things.”

“Yuck!”

Ruby grinned at her.  “Then you’re a good actress.”

“Acress?”

“You didn’t think your mouthful was so awful in the vid.”

“Oh, that!  It tastes better with pussy flavor.  And the cream had sugar in it.”

“Cream?” said Ruby curiously.  “They used whipping cream?”

“Watered down with sugar and vanilla.”

“Sounds professional.”

“Not so professional,” said the man.  “They didn’t even get you to sign releases, did they?”

“No.”

“Well, neither am I — for the same reason.  Assume the position.”

“Huh?”

“Get up on the bed and start the sixty-nine.”

They paused, knees on the bed.  Flubbie said, “You want me on the bottom again?”

“I don’t care.  But if Cissie likes jizz so much I’ll pop it in her mouth.”

Flubbie shrugged, pushed the blonde onto her back and crawled over her.  Wet sounds arose.

“You’re not even hard!” noted Ruby incredulously.

“How about a little tongue?”

She huffed while dropping to her knees on the padded carpet, took his dangling manhood in hand and grinned up at him.  “How many wives do you know who’ll suck their husbands hard so they can screw pretty little girls?”

“‘Little girls’ is the problem.”

Her eyes narrowed.  “Does the idea scare you, Roger?”

He sighed.  “One minute then thrills me the next.”

“In fact they aren’t so little, whatever the law says, and they fuck like minxes.  Both their clits are very responsive.”  Her head bent forward and her mouth slurped him inside.

“Ruby,” he said gravely, “you are the most loving wife a man ever had.”

Several seconds later, when she withdrew, his eight inches stood out straight before him.  He climbed onto the bed facing Flubbie’s thinner buttocks and wove his cock through the overlapped lips of the black head’s pussy.  Both organs were slick with saliva and interpenetrated easily.

Cissie had apparently given some thought to his expectations.  After a few strokes her hand slithered around, finished withdrawing the cock and plopped it into her mouth.  She suckled strongly but briefly before guiding it back into the pussy above her.  Her reversed eyes shined up at him on either side of the shaft.  “That taste is yummy too.”

He chuckled.  “You girls are incredible!”  He caught Flubbie’s hips and increased the depth and frequency of his strokes.

Ruby got onto the bed behind him.  She kissed the back of his neck while her finger prodded his anus.  She said softly, “This is the first time I’ve seen you fuck somebody else since we came to this island.”

“Does it affect you the same?”

“It always makes me wet.”

“Like the reverse makes me hard.  I think this is the first time I’ve had the chance.”

“Maybe you’ll have lots more chances.  That’s why I knew we had to keep them.”

“God, Ruby, you truly are the greatest!”

“Oh, Roger!”  She stroked his shoulders lovingly.

He moaned.  “God, I’m coming!”

Cissie was listening.  She snatched the plunging cock out of Flubbie and bending her head well back, took it deeply into her mouth in time to catch the first squirt and swallowed barely fast enough to contain the rest.  He froze.  When she relaxed tongue and suction, he let the organ linger deep in her throat.  After many seconds he withdrew and sagged into the arms of his wife.  “God, what a climax!”

She murmured, “You’ve said before that quick ones can be strongest for a man.”

“Yeah, if his reservoirs are full.”

She chuckled, looking past the wet cock to the blonde’s face, still rolled back.  “That raises the question, did you really come?  I don’t see any sign of it on her.”

Cissie extended her tongue briefly.  One white drop fell from the tip to her forehead.  She said complacently, “Nearly strangled me.”

Flubbie bent her torso around to regard them.  “Are you finished?”

“I’m afraid so,” he said with a sigh, “for the moment, at least.”

The girls untangled and sat up facing them, leaning back on extended hands.  Cissie’s eyes were on Roger’s midsection.  “That’s a nice cock.”

“Thank you.”

“How long is it?”

“Eight inches and a little more: 20 and 1/2 centimeters.”

“Wow!”

“Well, did we pass?” asked Flubbie.

“Pass?”

“Did we prove we’re the ones in the vid?”

“Certainly to my satisfaction!”

“Then … then you’ll let us stay here?”

“Oh yes.”

Cissie added, “And not be mean to us?”

“Mean?  I intend to see you well fucked.”

“That’s not mean.  Fucking is fun.”

Ruby was grinning.  “So far we’re birds of a feather.”

The man backed up against the bookshelf at the head of the bed and extended his arms.  “Come here, girls.”

They backed against the bookshelf, one on either side.  His hands slipped under the far armpit of each and cupped a breast.  Tilting his head to left and right, he kissed a cheek of each and grinned at Ruby while squeezing Cissie’s flesh.  “This tit is almost as big as yours.”

“I’m sure it’ll be bigger when she’s my age.”

“No, my dears, you don’t have to worry about anyone mistreating you — or sending you away.  We do have a few things to consider, however.”  He grinned.  “It turns out that you are Ruby’s nieces, daughters of her sister in Hawaii.”

He glanced at his wife, who nodded.  “Exactly!”

“Your last name is Farlowe, spelled with an E.  Ruby will give you a few other facts to memorize.  Flubbie is 18 and Cissie is 17 — unless you’d rather be twins.”

“Twins?” muttered Cissie, adding petulantly, “I’d like to be the older for once!”

The others laughed.  Roger got out of bed and stood thoughtfully, penis beginning to droop.  “One other thing: we have to arrange how you got to the island — some way other than that yacht.”

Flubbie put hand to mouth.  “But the hurricane!”

“I think we can get around that.”

He grinned.  “I know I didn’t begin to satisfy you young tarts just now.  How would you like to fuck a man with a thicker dick?”

Cissie blinked.  “You mean now?”

“Tonight and as often later on as you might wish.”

“Sure!”

He looked a Flubbie, who shrugged.  “Whatever you say.”

“His dick isn’t as long?” asked Cissie.

“Very few are that long,” said Ruby with evident pride.

Winking at his wife, he took up the cordless telephone, waited briefly and said, “The quarters of CPO Bakersfield.”  After a moment he continued, “Fergie, this is Roger.  Did I wake you up?  No, not an emergency, not exactly.  But how are you feeling?  Up to a bit of exercise?”

The receiver rattled briefly.  “Yeah, I’m the boss but this isn’t a boss kind of thing.  Let me ask you: didn’t you run into Portland the day before the hurricane?”

Roger listened.  “I know what you went for, and that’s fine.  I’ve got something here to show you.  Grab a shower and come on over.  What I’ve got will —”  Roger paused to chuckle.  “— blow you away.”

Still chuckling, he said, “Sure, bring the whiskey.  Twenty minutes, okay?”

* * *

Roger opened the front door at Chief Petty Officer Fergus Bakersfield’s knock.  The man wore a short-sleeved summer uniform with rank insignia on his collar points.  His job on the island was chief of electronic maintenance, but in fact he was only a few months short of his 20-year retirement.  He was an inch taller than Roger and ten pounds heavier, but with brown hair and eyes their faces were almost similar enough to be kin.

“Come in, Fergie,” Roger invited, smiling and glancing at his wristwatch.  “You must’ve hurried.”  Roger himself was barefooted in a bathrobe.

“Gonna blow me away, you said!”

Roger’s eyes twinkled.  “What was it you wanted last week on your boat?”

“Huh?”  Fergie blinked then grinned.  “All I remember is wanting a couple who’es in the cabin.”

“Almost there, pal.  Come on up to the den.”

On the stairs Fergie asked suspiciously, “Where’s Ruby?”

“Don’t worry.  She’s as tickled as you’re going to be.”

Roger led them into the den, where his guest stopped still.  He nodded to Ruby but his eyes widened upon the two girls.  All the females again wore housecoats.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“CPO Fergus Bakersfield, I want you to meet Ruby’s nieces, Flubbie with the black hair and Cissie, the blonde.  Girls, this is Fergie.”

“Ruby’s nieces?”  The man goggled.  “Nieces, my ass!  I’ve seen them two before.  Somewhere!”

“Oh yes,” agreed Roger with a wide grin.  “You met them day before yesterday when you ferried them from Portland.”

Fergie stared from one to the other.  “When I did what?  Wait a minute!  I know where I saw them.”  He turned partly around and bent as if to study the girls’ faces upside-down.  “That one —” he straightened and pointed at Flubbie — “took in a real mouthful of come!”

Both girls stood up and smiled brightly.  Flubbie said, “Pleased to meet you, Fergie.”

The man licked his lips.

Roger chuckled and declared, “Not half as pleased as he is.  You’re right, Fergie.  These are the same two girls in the video we love so much.  What a coincidence, eh?  But why couldn’t they be Ruby’s nieces?”

“Good god!” said Fergie, clearly awed.  He shook his head as if dislodging a fly and took a deep breath.  “Guess your nieces could be porn stars, eh, Ruby?  But …  But how long’ve they been here anyway?”

The woman grinned.  “I guess you could say since last night.”

“Last night?”  His chin sagged and he glared at her.

Roger said, “They arrived with the hurricane, Fergie.”

That statement did not ease the man’s perplexity.  “With the hurricane?”

“They were passengers on the yacht with the three civilians.”

Fergie glared around.  His astonishment included everyone in the room.  “Good god almighty!  But how did they …”

“Survive?” said Roger.  “They damn near didn’t.  Sit down while Ruby makes us a drink with your whisky, and we’ll let the girls tell you all about it.”

* * *

Roger summarized the tale.  “They expect trouble if they go home, so they want to stay here awhile.  They love fucking and aren’t choosy about their partners, which makes Ruby and me want to keep them.  We’ll claim them as her nieces.  Life ought to be at least twice as exciting on this little island.”

Fergie’s gaze had not departed from the girls.  He said musingly, “And my part is to say I ferried them in from Portland?”

Ruby declared, “Oh, not just that, Fergie!  They’re going to love your manly physique and nice thick dick.”

Flubbie’s head snapped up to stare at the woman.  “You’ve seen it?  Is he a wife swapper?”

Ruby laughed.  “Would be if he had a wife.”

Roger suggested, “Why don’t you girls take off those housecoats and help him out of his uniform?  Show him how much he enjoyed being your ferry.”

The girls sprang up willingly, leaving the housecoats on the couch, but Fergie held up his hand.  “One problem, lieutenant.  Does the old man know about them?”

“Not yet,” said Roger.  “I’ll say I was going to ask him the day of the hurricane but of course it slipped my mind.”  He explained to the girls, “Civilians can’t come on the island without the CO’s permission.  Don’t worry, Fergie, I’ll take care of it.  Stand up.  I know you’re not shy!”

“Hell no!” agreed the man, on his feet with a huge grin, eyes raking female flesh.  “Not with sweethearts like these!”

Cissie giggled.  Flubbie breathed, “Sweetheart, yourself!”

The girls went to him, one attacking his shirt buttons, the other opening his belt.  They were obviously familiar with male clothing, even the military variant.  Fergie was soon nude, even sockless, with Flubbie kneeling before him, cock in mouth.  His hand kneaded Cissie’s breasts while she leaned in, arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

Roger and Ruby sat on the couch, sipping their drinks, grinning at each other and the spectacle.  He said, “This is going to work out splendidly.”

“I think so too.  How soon will the station get back to normal?”

“So you can arrange an orgy?  Probably the first of the week.  That’ll fly.  I’m scheduled to take the cutter on patrol Monday.”

“Good!  I know some guys who’ll cream for our fresh meat.”

“Exactly!”

“I’ll bring them all in here.”

He nodded slowly.  “It’ll be different with three females.  Think you can keep the guys in hand?”

“I learned that lesson last year.  I’ll hide the booze.”

He chuckled but shook his head.  “The camcorder won’t catch it all.”

“I’ve got an idea for that.  I’ll put the two couches together with the camera in the bookcase.  For sure the girls won’t mind.  They’ll help me keep everything in the scene.”

Fergie had stretched Cissie on the couch and was fucking her in the missionary manner, except that her plump legs, wrapped around his buttocks, implied greater enthusiasm than that reported of missionaries.  Flubbie knelt beside them, her hand working the man’s balls.  She looked over her shoulder at the watchers and shrugged.

Ruby said, “Fergie doesn’t have the imagination for a quick pop.”

“Just what I was thinking,” said Roger.  “Your black headed ‘niece’ is going shaftless.”

“While the blonde’s forgotten everything but that thick plug.  I’ll bet two dicks at once would really put her away.”

“Leaving you to console Flubbie?”  He leaned forward, eyes on Cissie’s face, twisted in ecstasy or pain.  “Do you know if she’ll take it up the ass?”

“Oh yes!  She did a sandwich with the two boys this afternoon.”  Ruby’s hand on his back urged him to act.

Roger rose, threw off his bathrobe and strolled to the facing couch, where he paused, deciding how to proceed.

Ruby followed him and bending beside the black haired girl, caught her arm and helped her stand.  “Come on,” she invited.  “We don’t need them.”  The woman and girl returned to the opposite couch and were soon entangled in each other’s arms.

Fergie noted Roger’s presence and looked up.  Roger said, “Back off a moment and let me under her.”

Fergie understood immediately; on the previous weekend he had made the same implied threesome with his host and hostess.  He glanced over at the other couch.  “What’s Ruby say?”

“It’s her idea.  She wants to lick a clit.”

Fergie backed away, powerful arms raising the girl toward him without disturbing her clasping legs.  With distorted face and eyes squinted shut she was oblivious to the disturbance, continuing to swivel her hips upon the masculine impalement, until Roger helped his friend raise her buttocks farther and slipped his own knees beneath them.

She froze, eyes popping open, when she felt wet fingers probing her anus.  “Wha-what …”

Roger rose on an elbow to grin at her.  “I hear you enjoy being sandwich meat.”

“S-sand …  Oh.”  Her eyes widened.  “Oh, wow!”

That was enough for Roger.  With a hand between them he presented his erection to her rosebud, already wet with vaginal seepage.  She twisted her hips in response, easily passing the sphincter over his thin shaft.

“Good god,” exclaimed Fergie, “I feel you sliding in!”

Roger said, “This girl knows all about ass fucking, don’t you, honey?”

“Ooo, that feels good!  You’re going deep!”

“That’s what an eight-incher can do for you.”

“Oh, wow!”

Fergie laid her back upon Roger’s chest and cautiously resumed thrusting, alternating with the other to find the best rhythm for the two cocks.  They fucked for a minute or so before he announced, “That’s different!”

“Different how?” asked Roger.

“Like maybe there’s a snake in there.”

Roger laughed.  “I know what you mean.  I do love the weirdness of feeling your dick through her flesh.  One of these days I hope to find a girl who can tell us how it feels to her.”

“Not this one.  Her mouth’s hanging open.”

“She’s probably wishing for a third cock.”

Cissie said something indistinctly, moaning between the words.

“Did you get that?” said Roger.

“Sounded like, ‘I’m so full!’”

Both men laughed appreciatively.  The girl threw her arms around Fergie’s shoulders.  Her back alternately arched and relaxed in syncopation with her hips.  “Oh, god!” she cried.  “I see stars.”

“Goddamn!” said Fergie.  “This one’s hot as a firecracker.”

“With two fuses,” added Roger.

Looking up, Ruby removed her tongue from Flubbie’s wet vulva to say, “Your friend is crazy about cock, isn’t she?”

“Has been since she first got poked.  God, Ruby, you know how to make it good!”

“Why not?  I’m female too.  When was that?”

“Her first poke?  In the Fifth Grade.  Her boobs sprouted early.”

“Boys at school, eh?”

“Actually the old man neighbor who babysat us.  But she was soon on top of the boys.”  Flubbie chuckled.  “That age of boys claims to hate girls, but that’s bullshit.”

“Did you start in the Fifth Grade too?”

“Yeah.  I was Cissie’s best friend.  And about the only one.”

“I’ll bet!  Are you related at all?”

“No.  We just grew up in houses across the street from each other.”

“I see.  You’ll have to tell Roger and me what that childhood was like.”

“Fun in some ways, rough in —  Ooo!”

Ruby’s tongue had dropped back into the groove.  It lifted again to say, “Oh, I do love this young pussy.  It’s a lot like Julie’s, only richer.”