However, you can paint it now, Brad. We get it." I nodded. My grandfather had told me that I would know when to paint it.We returned to the den and ta...ked for most of an hour. My parents took turns being shocked. Karen had an even more detailed knowledge of me than I had imagined. She made sure my parents heard everything including all about the story we wrote together. We finally left for our rooms to dress.That evening, at Karen's insistence, I put on a nice shirt and pants rather than jeans.. I felt a little thrill of excitement in my tummy as I looked at myself in the outfit. It was definitely cute and was a little more like an ice skater’s costume compared to what I was wearing last night. “Aren’t you adorable!” Silvia crooned. “No doubt you’ll really get the boys wound up looking like that!” I blushed and said “I’m glad you’re going to be with me tonight, it was really hard being the only waitress last night.”“I bet.” Silvia crooned. “We’ll show those men a thing or two. ’ Jubilee’s disdain rang through the room. ‘What can a clown do?’ Kitty froze in place and forced a smile, her words coming out one at a time like bullets. ‘We already told you. Rodeo Clowns are jacks-of-all-trades, able to do something about anything that comes up, and do it without worrying anyone.’ ‘Oh. Right.’ Jubilee waved dismissively at Kitty. ‘Carry on.’ Kitty closed her eyes and Kurt sent up a brief prayer to St. Anthony while he waited for her response. It came in her quiet, oddly. I then helped her change shoes and laced up her red cum-fuck-me boots. The black guys were now enjoying as they watched her flirting. I was watching one of the black guys play with her ass and soon she was leading him back to the room with me following close behind. His clothes were off in a flash and her lips were wrapped around his thick black cock, making him hard as a rock. He pushed her back and slid up her red lace skirt, then he proceeded to stretch her hungry pussy with his huge massive.