"How's it going to do your skin any good with my stuff in your belly?" he laughed. "Besides, your skin couldn't be any more beautiful, and you know it... But I do appreciate the offer. Now go find your mom. We'll get around to the blowjob a little later. I love you, you know." I know," she said, looking up at him again. "And I love you, too. Just chill out. You'll figure out what's wrong."Jeff had just kicked back in his favorite recliner when Frank Wainwright walked into the living room.. Afterwiping her hands with it she proceeded to try and clean up the mess onher belly. It mostly just smeared it around and she ended up feelingpretty dirty. She felt a tingle in her nether regions. She liked feelingdirty. She was a dirty girl. She wasn't sorry for anything she'd justdone."Well what's your recovery time, big man? I want to put that condom touse," She said, feeling horny as a, well as a school girl."At best maybe fifteen minutes," Stan said proudly, "Though the girl Iwas with. " His tone of voice was very matter of fact and Jeff had no doubts he was being serious. "You make a good piece of ass, Jeff. The way you enjoyed me pumping your cunt, I could sell you to any of a dozen whore houses around here, but Quince might find out and he wouldn't be happy with me." Bill started the car and pulled out of the disused factory. "Of course, no one can tell Quince where you are if no one sees you. I've always wanted my own personal whore."Jeff was praying for this nightmare to. “What if she’s in our room?” John teased unlocking the door. “If you don’t believe the story than why are you still standing in the door way, huh?” Nina teased back. “Look, it’s perfectly fine,” he pointed to the elegant four poster bed. “No ghosts in here either,” he gestured towards the bathroom with the porcelain claw foot tub. “You know, there’s only one way to find out if the story is true.” She taunted. He arched his eyebrow accepting the challenge and went into the closet and.