Scott s SituationChapter 15
Scott awoke in a sea of scattered wives. “How could anyone sleep in such a tangled mess?” He thought. He felt his ankles pinned under Afia’s tiny ass, and his left arm had become Sula’s pillow while Jenny was using his chest as her pillow. He struggled to free himself and lightly kissed each of his three wives on an exposed tit or ass cheek. One by one, they stirred and stretched their slender limbs. “I trust you slept well, my husband?” Sula asked, coming to him. Her breasts flattened...