"OK, Ma," Brent laughed. He marveled at how seriously she had taken her role as the female head of the family. He was enormously proud of her, and he ...hought it wouldn't be that many years when some young guy would be coming to ask him for her hand in marriage. She was seventeen, going on twenty-seven. She had grown up in a big hurry."Look, Andy ... this is the time of your life to enjoy yourself. You'll get more than your share of housekeeping practice in the future. I want you to go to school. So she left and I moved to the bar, I asked for another drink and then after 5 minutes, a girl came to the bar and asked for a drink and sat next to me. I was watching the match. Meanwhile, the bartender gave our drinks and I saw this girl. She was cute and was looking damn hot in her dress. She was wearing a one-piece denim shirt which was still her thighs with a pair of white sneakers. We looked at each other and exchanged a smile. I said hi to her and she replied back with a smile. I asked. She threw herself on the couch, her top strewn on the floor and her bikini bottom scrunched up in knots at her ankles. Her legs were spread, knees lifted and bent, she began exploring herself; imagining it was the fingers of another human. From the ball of her ankles, she will trace her fingers up her slender calves, indecisively making circles and going back and forth, making its way to the back of her knees, which always made her felt a little more ticklish than usual. She ran her fingers. It wasn't much more than the bedroom, but at least it was clean. Emma stood and placed her hands on the sink, staring at herself in the smeared mirror. 'You can do this. It's what he wants. It's what you want.' She nodded, asserting herself in the situation. She tried to give herself a seductive smile, practicing for when she stepped out of the bathroom to greet him. Running her hands through her hair, she sighed, feeling pathetic as she simply gave herself a lopsided grin with eyes that looked.