Hot Blog: KRISTINA FEY pulled the teddy up over her head and tossed it to the floor. Murdock's jaw dropped. Her breasts were firm and body unblemished. She was pert, pretty and damned awful desirable. He staggered back, dumbfounded.
"What happened to your boy friend," he growled. His anger had resurfaced. To his thinking only sluts jumped from bed to bed and guy to guy. The Margery he knew was no slut. Still, who was he to throw rocks at windows. He'd been bed jumping for several long months now.
"Who," she asked in a surprised tone.
"Henry, the guy that went stumping off across the lawn."
"Oh my god," she snickered, "you think Henry and I are an item." Her snicker became a chuckle. "Henry is as gay as they come. He was in a hurry because he was late for work."
"Then why'd he stay the night," Murdock asked in exasperation.
"Because, well, Susie, Henry, myself and a couple others tipped back a few too many last night. Susie didn't want us going home drunk. Other than Susie upchucking dinner nothing happened, honest Injun."
Another stud, another dud, another wasted night. Put in the proper context Margery's words made perfect sense.
Murdock eyes ran down her body and his dick pushed out harder. "Why the fuck not," he growled aloud. The thought of turning away two women in one night was too much to handle. This way Margery would get what she wanted and he would get what he needed. With a flick of his wrist he dropped his towel to the floor. Free of constraint his dick took a bird dog stance pointing at her crotch.
