He even helped me wash the car. When it was done, I offered him a beer and he accepted. We went into the house and as I got two cold beers from the re...rigerator, Marissa walked in. “I thought I heard voices down here.”“Ah Marissa, il mio piccolo fiore,” said Tony bowing and taking her hand. He kissed it and she laughed. “You look lovely as always.” And she did. She was wearing tight jeans, a white blouse unbuttoned enough to give you an occasional peek at the top of a white bra, and open toed. Jessicahad left her with only a bright green Mohawk, as Ashlee screamed and lookedat the horrifying reflection. "Oh now now…don't cry. It sounds almost as bad as your singing. Youwanted to be the "rebel" Simpson, didn't you? And if it makes you feel anybetter, nobody else will ever see it. Just me and Nick." That somehow didn't make things better for Ashlee who was still hystericallycrying over the butchering of her hair. Jessica listened to noise for awhilebefore growing sick of it and. !" Again, Jean sighed. Somehow, the recall of the near-century old woman's words seemed to soothe her anxiety. Anyway, both Mark and Steve would be coming home shortly and she would know first-hand all of the particulars the night had wroght. Though, even if her beautiful animal-lover had managed to safely evade them, only a part of her mental strain would be relieved. There was still the intense strain of Mark and her relationship following her unbridled episode with Caesar the night before. This is torture, I thought as she placed my hands on her waist.Her skin felt so soft and smooth. I wanted to eat her up. She put her lips to mine and forced her tongue inside my mouth. We tongue fucked each other for the longest time."Stand up for me," she said.I stood up like she asked me to do."Now finish removing that shirt." Good this was good because I was about to lose my shit. I threw the shirt to the end of the sofa."Now remove the belt," she instructed me.Yes mamm now we were getting.