"Yes, Ma ... Sir. Thank you for understanding."I nodded curtly. Taking the glass of champagne from the side table where Janey had placed it, I offered...my lover a sip. She drank gratefully. I pointed to each one of the selections of delicacies Janey had brought over, one at a time. She finally nodded her head at a particularly small one. I held it for her to bite and she deftly nibbled at it until it was gone, then cleaned my fingers with her tongue. I grinned to myself as I thought of how she. So, Dolly tried to slowly turn herself away from her father and tried to lay in the same position as her mother was, with her back facing her father.As Dolly lifted herself just barely enough to turn, Dick once again shuffled to find a good position for his slumber and in the process, tugged his right arm a little bit, forcing Dolly to land in the position she wanted to but much closer to Dick than she had anticipated. At the end of it, Dolly and Dick lay in a tight spooning fashion, Dick being. She allowed the sharp edge of her finger-nail to lightly nick it, neither causing pleasure, nor pain...just an intense sensation of sensitivity that rushed through Renee's being like wild-fire, escalating the ever-growing passion and want that now freely-flowed from between her legs."You want to get serious about playing?" Danielle asked. "We do have 'private' rooms, but they cost...and only the two of us may go in," she explained hotly."I don't..." Renee' began, but Robert stepped in beside. She had seen her at the mall, as had Angie, they were not being cruel. They had seen Brooke heading into the outdoors section. Neither of the girls had thought it was important, they had just shrugged and continued on in their daily shopping spree. It was a weekly thing, school started after 12am every Wednesday. ‘Girls!’ Mrs O’Brien sighed, pausing, unsure of how she should continue. ‘Girls, I am sorry, but…’ She pauses ‘Brooke is dead and there nothing that can bring her back’. She turned to.