Katie stepped inside the Harper home, feeling something indefinable slip away from her as she crossed the threshold. Don't be so stupid she admonished...herself, it's just a house. Just a normal house, actually a very ordinary house. It was nothing special, not stylish like her own, not filled with nice modern, modular furniture like her own, but it had a cosiness to it nonetheless. What am I, some judge on Pimp My Crib? Focus on getting this over and done with."Um, these stairs Mrs Harper,". It seemed a little strange. Dont weird-out. Its just one of my things. I know everybodys schedules. Everyone in the sorority. Everyone on the basketball team. All of my professors. And before you ask, yes I am little OCD. She laughed at her own admission. I also have a didactic memory. I remember everything I see and everything I read and everything I write. It makes studying a breeze. But my OCD makes me study it all again anyway. Now she was laughing at her own weaknesses. When I watch game. It echoed off the walls, along with Lilly’s rasping breath. Lilly could smell the wonderful aroma of her own sex. Skipper’s senses were so inundated with her scent that he could smell noting else. He loved the smell of Lilly. He loved her taste. Lilly had always been fresh and healthy to his keen senses. Lilly’s pussy was on fire now. She tried to wipe her eyes, because the shampoo was burning her. She spread her feet so she could bathe her face under the running water. Too late, she. .................................. The club is kind of quiet this night, but I don't need a crowd to help me celebrate my birthday. Smiling devilishly, I move closer to Jaxon, my body pressed flush against his. Leaning in I give him a slow sensual kiss, my hand moving from his neck, tracing along his chest, and finally sneaking it in between us and allowing it rest on the firmness in his jeans. Leaning back a bit I say, "Thanks for the presents, Daddy," before leaning back in and resuming the.