She was younger, seventeen years old, cute, in high school, and very very outgoing. When I mean very outgoing, I mean very outgoing. Not afraid to fli...t, not afraid to get sexual, not afraid to be outspoken, and not afraid to speak her mind. Miranda also didn't hesitate to act on things she had feelings for.One thing I'd discovered about Miranda was that she was willing to flirt with me, come onto me, and had no regard for what anyone may think. The only problem is, being best friends with her. ..a petite figure...or the most expensive... hoping for a divine looking chick...Well?”I was really caught out now: I was honest though: “Yeah I wanted the lot”“Do you think I have it” said Peyton slipping out of her awesomely seductive scarlet dress to reveal a heavenly matching black lacey bra and miniscule g-string...setting off both her ivory skin and my aroused pecker.‘Oh get it off and get in the spa...you’re getting the lot...eventually” and all I saw was her sweet arse cheeks and her. She knocked the cigarette out of her mother’s mouth, but neither woman cared about that. They kissed ... with tongue, too. Like lovers. Not like mother and daughter at all. Nadine practically dragged her daughter inside, causing the rest of the group to follow them. Ned was kind enough to carry the luggage, of which there was surprisingly little, particularly from Annette’s end of things.Before everyone’s eyes, Nadine did what she knew that she should have done years ago. She pulled down. "Deirdre started to deny that, then startled himself by running a softenedhand lightly over the silks and satins he was wearing. "But it just isn'tright. I shouldn't like this. I'm not a..."Garret shook his head while placing a finger softly to Deirdre's lips tostop what was coming from them. "I know, I know. If you find it soonerous, I can arrange for a quiet exit from the palace for you and noone will blame you for that. Just try to endure this for a while longer.Please." No." Deirdre, still.