“No beer?” If pointing out the obvious is ever an Olympic event, Randy had the gold medal already won. Sonja went over to a lounge chair and turne... it so it faced the other guys. She lay down and spread her legs. “Come here, Mr. Morton. I am about to ass-salt you.” She spoke to the other guys. “Now watch, I don’t want to have to show this to you twice. Or, maybe I do.” She motioned me toward the lounge chair. “You’re such a prude,” said Sonja. My jockeys were on the ground in seconds. “Now, lie. . you know... kept that under wraps for a little while longer? At least until the mood settles down?" Nope," Brett said. "I'm done hiding things. If the town doesn't like it, they can kiss my ass."He walked over to Michelle, leaving Paul to stare after him and wonder if he was mad. Chrissie, still holding his hand, followed."You two certainly have this town in an uproar," Michelle said lightly. She spooned another load of chicken broth into her mouth."We thought that under the circumstances, it. More

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