by Vivian Ward
“Want me to show you how bad I can be?”
“No!” I jump off his lap. “I’ve got to get dinner started, plus we’ve got the kids running around,” I protest.
“Like it’s ever stopped us before,” he teases.
“Be good, Brett!” I smile at him. “Okay, I’ll email him back and tell him that he has to come here and then I’ll get dinner started.”
Scott,
Hey! I was just sitting down to email you because I haven’t talked to you, but I saw that you beat me to it. Brett read your email (he says you’re welcome) and we’re so happy that you’re willing to do a threesome with us.
You’re right, it is what we’ve been wanting, and I would love for both of you to take me at one time. That would be so hot. If you’re free on your next day off (Monday), we can do it then, but you’d have to come here because Brett can’t miss much work but he could potentially *have an Internet outage* for a bit.