“Like us.”“Yeah. And you know I love them both.”“Of course. So do I. And don’t worry; we’ll have our time with each of them. Look at Bri...tany and Desi.” I tore my eyes away from Joan and Beca to focus on our youngest girlfriend and Desi. They were sitting on the floor facing each other while animatedly discussing ... something. I couldn’t tell if it was school or anime or cosplay. There were a lot of little touches between the two and I recognized that they were figuring out how they fit—with. They were all in their mid-twenties, dressed in skin tight, little black dresses, and black stilettos. They were obviously eager to kick off a night of drinking and dancing. One young lady was dressed noticeably different than the others. Her skin tight, little dress had black and white vertical stripes. I chuckled to myself when I saw the plastic ball and chain around her left ankle. A bachelorette party. “Let’s ask James Bond,” the tall, leggy redhead in the group nudged the bride to be, as. Brittany turned away from Aaron, took off her massage wrap and then laid chest-down on Aaron's bed, er, massage table. Aaron put a towel over her back but raised it just enough to get a nice view of her incredible ass. Using baby oil, Aaron started working innocently on her feet and calves. Hell, the oil could have been snake oil as charming as he came across to Brittany. He admired Brittany's ass as he caressed her legs. Aaron started going up her legs to her thighs. For a long while, he would. He rarely went outside the walls of House Jenni, not that he knew what House Jenni was, either.Samantia sniffled, holding back her tears and pulling her plain cloak around her rather plain dress. She led her baby Sharn to the sally port in the walls of House Jenni before she pulled her hood over her shining golden hair and low over her beautiful face. There were bags under her gold eyes and her face was dark green and blotchy from weeping all night. She had been summoned to her mother's study.