As soon as Marie gets Amanda down she likes to go to bed herself. It's kind of nice having the house to myself," I said. Amanda was our four-year old ...aughter.We sat and talked guy talk for an hour or so, about our jobs and how crappy our 401-Ks were doing and what we thought of the Buccaneer's chances to repeat and win another Super Bowl, stuff like that. It felt really good, and not just because I was gradually overcoming Doug's headstart on beer consumption. We hadn't talked like this for. ‘Let’s go exploring,’ she said to herself. Sara decided to enter the room that was directly across the hall from the room that she had awoken in. When she opened the door, it squeaked a little. Man whatever this place was the doors could seriously use some WD40. Sara looked around the room and she found that it seemed to be a little game room. There was a dark oak pool table in the middle of the room and a large flat screen television on the side with a few overstuffed leather chairs in front. They were Heather's best friends and two of the most popular girls at school, being seniors and cheerleaders and amazingly pretty. Stacy looked Persian or something, with olive skin and black hair, coffee eyes and a sensual smile. She had high cheeks and a straight nose and the girl was wonderfully tall in her blue and gold cheerleader outfit.Lisa was equally exotic, at least for a small, catholic school like Lourdes. There weren't a lot of Japanese girls in the church, you know? But she was. After he becomes limp, I slide my mouth off of his prick and leave it dangling between his legs.I turn to the girls who are gathered watching and say, “That was nice, but I’m really in the mood for something with a little less testosterone. Any of you up for a daisy chain? It would only take three of you... or five... or maybe seven.”Most of the girls just laugh, but two of them step forward and one of them says, “That’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”The other turns to a somewhat plump.