We were still lying there like that, the girls with their faces in each other’s pussy, and me with my cock buried in Daisy’s ass hole when the dra...es were pulled open. “What are you doing…” I looked up to see a guy standing there naked looking down at us. “Hi Carl.” Daisy chuckled. “Billy Jack, Clarisse, this is Carl my studio manager. I think that we need to fix up a few more of the alcoves down here for us and forget about that tiny little room upstairs, Carl. Order the furniture, rugs and. "Most of us have been sitting around bored this morning," he explained, motioning to the odd assortment of couriers around them, "So I had everyone scream your name when you walked in. But... That's not the only thing we arranged."Miranda gave Zack a serious look that reminded him of her mother. "Well, it's not really 'you', exactly," he explained sheepishly as Misty watched the two old friends with amusement, "it involves your mom, actually."A smile crossed Miranda's face as she looked into. I ease your skirt up over your hips so that your lacy thong panties are exposed. Bent over as you are, you can feel the lacy material pulling softly but insistently between your legs, stretching taut against your ass and rubbing with a delicious tingle against the lips of your pussy. My hand, softly caressing the pert globes of your bum, pulls the downy cheeks further apart, and your thong cuts even more deeply in. You drift into a dreamy reverie, relishing the sensation of being so vulnerable. .." Goddamn it, Brad ... I never asked you to look after me in the first place! But now I wish your weird need to look after me like a sister would've told you something and that you'd stayed the hell away from me! I can't handle the thought that you still feel the need to look out for me after what happened between us! Maybe some day I'll be all right with that, but right now ... it's just too strange. So, please ... just stay away from me and let me figure out how to handle this! I promise.