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Gord Enver, known to friends, enemies, and the legal system as RICHDOTCOM, groans loudly while spraying
his seed onto the faces of his spouses, who eagerly lap it up - Patterson, the lone woman in the trio hesitates not a
mili-second in clearing ejacaculate from husband Boston’s face with her tongue; HE flinches away, still not quite
accustomed to a woman’s touch [least of all INTIMATELY]…
“Ewww! Fucking EWWW!” femboy Boston complains loudly.
Rich, the dominant partner of the trio glares down at him. “HEY! Apologize to Patty, NOW!” You hurt her feelings!”
Patterson adds, “You DID hurt my feelings; I don’t complain when the taste of your girlycock gets mixed in with Daddy’s…
I just suck it up and move on, pun intended.”
“We’re waiting, ‘Girlycock’,” Rich demands. The jibe clearly sets GC’s teeth on edge.
Boston’s sullen ”Sorry” is barely audible and wholly insufficient, yet Patterson quickly steps in to accept. “You two get cleaned up;
I’m starving” the head of their ‘Throuple’ suggests/orders, shooting his husband a glare conveying his utter displeasure with the
latter’s behaviour.
Over a catered meal Rich revisits the subject of his husband’s sullenness and rude attitude toward his spouses: PATTERSON,
in particular: "That has to stop, B. Mainly because when the idea of a 'throuple' was first introduced, you seemed to be ALL IN.
Instead of airing any issues or reservations you may have had, you go the chldish route - the passive aggressive route ...
that route can't work in our situation and Patty's not goin' anywhere. 'K> If that's too much"-
"I'll...I'll figure it out," the femboy replies dully. "I'll have to: the only way I get you is if Patty stays too. I'll be good."
His partners express their happiness at Boston's change of heart.