In a manner of speaking...

Carissa looked at Jared, "Well...If you want to let your inner voyeur out I don't mind. But I'd like a nice relaxing love making. With you we always start playing Twister. And Miranda's Toy was the biggest thing I've ever seen! Still kinda feel stretched. In a mostly good way, mind you."

Jared laughed, "When you said 'go for it' to her she was surprised. It's more of a gag dildo. That's why she kept asking 'you okay?'."

"I was worried a bit when that, ah, streak of pain went across your face. My hand is one thing but that thing was...it was scary. On the internet once I saw Ronald Reagan's speech where the horse got hard behind him for whatever reason...that poor horse would have felt inadequate." Jasmine said.

"Yeah, so sadly I think that orifice is off limits for a day or two."

Jared glanced at the clock, "Well, I have a couple hours before my shift at the shop." Even though he was a "Trust Fund Baby" his father had insisted he "get his hands dirty" in college. And he did enjoy getting under Dodge Vipers and other high end cars at the Custom Shop he worked at. So much so he decided to NOT go to Tahiti with the family. "And watching Jasmine make a pussy purr is a favorite activity of mine. Possibly right under taking a junked '57 Caddy and making it purr like it still was 1957. "

Carissa laughed, "And painting it pussy pink?"

"Ahhh, only the King could get away with that."

Jasmine shook her head, "Okay Jared if you wanna see..."

Then Jasmine's phone rang.

"Oh. It's Kate."

Carissa sighed, "I know Kate so...I'll go start packing some things. Jared...you can watch me bend over and reach for things."

They left the kitchen as Jasmine grabbed a pen and paper to write addresses and other information down.