12-04-2019, 03:31 PM
"Locked up in Area 51 with electrodes up our asses, yes, we've had this talk before. And if there was someone like that, we probably wouldn't be having it again. If they haven't come for me by now, they're not going to."
Julie looked over to the other couch. A mix of ecstasy and frustration was on Troy's face as he grabbed Brenda's tits and she continued riding him, oblivious to everything but him thrusting deep inside her.
"Look, Troy and Brenda would probably both like to orgasm and rest at this stage, so why don't we skip the 'Join us, Mr. Bond' 'You're mad' part so I can stop neglecting my guests?"
"Ok, good form, Pan, good form. Speaking of, I'm sorry I had to miss the last part of your performance. Why don't you open that robe, let me see what I've been missing."
Julie was reluctant, but knew Helen wouldn't let them go until she did what she said, so she stood up, untied the belt, and let the robe drop to the floor, discarded stripper clothes spilling from the pockets. She'd shown all their friends in their hometown everything Troy was getting tomorrow, and now she was showing Helen too.
"Mmm..." Helen said, looking her up and down. "You've still got it, woman." Julie turned to give her a view of her ass and winked over her shoulder.
"You can't have set all this up and gotten far after, so you're still in the hotel somewhere, probably the penthouse. Why don't you come back to the room and find out just how much I've still got?"
Helen chuckled. "No, right now, this is fun. I'm sure that would come to an end quick if we were both there."
"Maybe not," Julie said as she sat back down and gave Helen a brief glimpse of her bare pussy before crossing her legs. "Maybe I've missed you more than I've been letting on."
"Or maybe you think you can get me so turned on that I'll run right back down there and you'll put me in a headlock until I let Troy and Brenda cum. I'm sure if I let you try hard enough, you might succeed; but neither of us wants a black eye on your big day, so I think I'll just say my peace give you the rest of my gifts and let you enjoy your party." Helen picked up a martini glass and waved it at someone off screen. A hand took the glass and immediately brought her a new one. Julie groaned a little while waiting for her to continue.
Helen removed her tiara as she spoke. "First off, I think it's great that you're both taking a new last name. I mean, why YOU'RE doing it, no question; I can completely get how tired you must be of it. I can see why Troy would too. I mean, it's only six letters, but somehow, people who've known us all for years can still get it wrong. So yes, do that. But 'Equals?' REALLY? No, I never could have done that to them if you'd been there. You'd have stopped me one way or another. So yes, it's a nice, sweet, bordering-on-saccharine sentiment; however, I wanted to let you know that WE both know it's bullshit, honey. No man is your equal. OR mine."
Julie leaned forward, looking straight into the camera lens. "Maybe not, Helen. But I WANT to be his!" Helen took a sip of her drink and smiled.
"And that's what I wanted to hear, Julie. It's not a bad ambition, either. I had it once."
"You went to Europe and found your Count instead. I came back because I realized who mine was."
"Then you better never forget that. Because the second you do, well...Count Troilus has a nice ring to it too. Ok, I've said what I have to. If you want to let Troy rest and open his gift," She took another drink. "It's the same trigger phrase as always."
"So say it, then."
"Nope. I want YOU to say it."
Julie frowned, then groaned, then finally looked over at Brenda and her fiance's sweat-covered bodies before saying it.
"Helen can always make Troy launch a thousand ships."
The two of them began screaming, Brenda thrashing her head in all directions as Troy's whole body stiffened and he shot his load into her. The two of them collapsed on the couch, two bottles of water sitting on the end table next to them. Brenda drifted off to unconsciousness as Troy grabbed the bottle and put on his smoking jacket. Julie gave her bourbon another sip.
"Oh, Propappou's jacket," Helen said with a delighted smile. "I didn't even notice it before in the lounge lighting. You know, I went to see Troy's parents when I came into town, he wasn't buried with them."
Julie looked over to the other couch. A mix of ecstasy and frustration was on Troy's face as he grabbed Brenda's tits and she continued riding him, oblivious to everything but him thrusting deep inside her.
"Look, Troy and Brenda would probably both like to orgasm and rest at this stage, so why don't we skip the 'Join us, Mr. Bond' 'You're mad' part so I can stop neglecting my guests?"
"Ok, good form, Pan, good form. Speaking of, I'm sorry I had to miss the last part of your performance. Why don't you open that robe, let me see what I've been missing."
Julie was reluctant, but knew Helen wouldn't let them go until she did what she said, so she stood up, untied the belt, and let the robe drop to the floor, discarded stripper clothes spilling from the pockets. She'd shown all their friends in their hometown everything Troy was getting tomorrow, and now she was showing Helen too.
"Mmm..." Helen said, looking her up and down. "You've still got it, woman." Julie turned to give her a view of her ass and winked over her shoulder.
"You can't have set all this up and gotten far after, so you're still in the hotel somewhere, probably the penthouse. Why don't you come back to the room and find out just how much I've still got?"
Helen chuckled. "No, right now, this is fun. I'm sure that would come to an end quick if we were both there."
"Maybe not," Julie said as she sat back down and gave Helen a brief glimpse of her bare pussy before crossing her legs. "Maybe I've missed you more than I've been letting on."
"Or maybe you think you can get me so turned on that I'll run right back down there and you'll put me in a headlock until I let Troy and Brenda cum. I'm sure if I let you try hard enough, you might succeed; but neither of us wants a black eye on your big day, so I think I'll just say my peace give you the rest of my gifts and let you enjoy your party." Helen picked up a martini glass and waved it at someone off screen. A hand took the glass and immediately brought her a new one. Julie groaned a little while waiting for her to continue.
Helen removed her tiara as she spoke. "First off, I think it's great that you're both taking a new last name. I mean, why YOU'RE doing it, no question; I can completely get how tired you must be of it. I can see why Troy would too. I mean, it's only six letters, but somehow, people who've known us all for years can still get it wrong. So yes, do that. But 'Equals?' REALLY? No, I never could have done that to them if you'd been there. You'd have stopped me one way or another. So yes, it's a nice, sweet, bordering-on-saccharine sentiment; however, I wanted to let you know that WE both know it's bullshit, honey. No man is your equal. OR mine."
Julie leaned forward, looking straight into the camera lens. "Maybe not, Helen. But I WANT to be his!" Helen took a sip of her drink and smiled.
"And that's what I wanted to hear, Julie. It's not a bad ambition, either. I had it once."
"You went to Europe and found your Count instead. I came back because I realized who mine was."
"Then you better never forget that. Because the second you do, well...Count Troilus has a nice ring to it too. Ok, I've said what I have to. If you want to let Troy rest and open his gift," She took another drink. "It's the same trigger phrase as always."
"So say it, then."
"Nope. I want YOU to say it."
Julie frowned, then groaned, then finally looked over at Brenda and her fiance's sweat-covered bodies before saying it.
"Helen can always make Troy launch a thousand ships."
The two of them began screaming, Brenda thrashing her head in all directions as Troy's whole body stiffened and he shot his load into her. The two of them collapsed on the couch, two bottles of water sitting on the end table next to them. Brenda drifted off to unconsciousness as Troy grabbed the bottle and put on his smoking jacket. Julie gave her bourbon another sip.
"Oh, Propappou's jacket," Helen said with a delighted smile. "I didn't even notice it before in the lounge lighting. You know, I went to see Troy's parents when I came into town, he wasn't buried with them."
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