“Kids?” he said.“Two,” she said, “Sarah and Mia, twins, almost five-years-old. They’re at the sitter’s for the next while.”“Sounds w...nderful,” he said. “You know, this accidental meet up could be fortuitous.”“Fortuitous?” she said, she was not sure what the word meant, but it likely meant lucky or something like it.“Yes, I’m a kind of banker, investor, speculator, all of the above,” he said. “I have a conference to speak at this weekend at the Claremont, downtown. I was supposed to bring a plus. I wanted to talk to you about something," Audrey said in a tentative voice.Jason paused, then forced himself to go about his normal school day morning routine. He stepped over to the bed and hauled his book bag atop it. "Sure, what's up?" Jason tried to sound casual, but his voice quavered.Audrey folded her hands, fidgeted with her eyes downcast, then finally raised her reluctant gaze to him. "I wanted to ask you about ... about Sunday morning." She drew in a deep breath and let it go as she. “I won’t hurt you; I promise.”Kent unzipped his shorts, and took his cock out, but refrained from stroking just yet. He wanted to watch and learn how to get Libby to take a dick in her throat. He’d been wanting to for so long but was afraid of hurting her.Libby did her best to relax and let Mark push in farther, but as soon as she felt the head start to poke, she tensed up. He eased back and decided what she needed was a distraction so she wouldn’t overthink this.“You’ve got such a talented. I madesure you were informed of your new classes. We have a full week to make youinto an acceptable and convincing girl at school. Your boy records don'texist, as I told you. If anyone looked into you and your sex, they wouldfind something very wrong and that you don't go to this school anymore. Owenisn't a student here anymore. He quit school. You are Olivia Benson, prettyfourteen-year-old freshmen, and Megan's younger sister. Holly has set you upwith a hair stylist to give you hair.