Had it not been for that, I know I would have slept for a much longer period of time. But upon smelling it, I knew almost immediately, that Val had al...eady arrived. Rolling out of bed, I stumbled into the still open bathroom and hurriedly took a pee. Surprisingly, it felt cool, the heat from the day not yet making its appearance. Throwing on a short bathrobe with nothing on underneath as I always slept in the nude, I made my way downstairs. Having to pass through the living room on my way into. "What do your folks do?" Emily asked Richard.Richard hesitated slightly. Her dad is Clark Rathbourne. But then again, Sandra's dad is a farmer, so what difference does it make?"Uh, my mom does some office work, and my dad is a painter." Is he famous too?" Sandra asked."No, he paints houses, not art." Oh, I see." Hey, we should ditch the bus tour tomorrow and go on our own tour," Emily said."Do you have a car?" Richard asked."No, but we can steal one," Emily said evenly. "How about that one. ... which only served to provoke Lyn, "This fucking isn't funny!" You're right, funny isn't the word," Olivia chuckled. "Ridiculous is more like it." What does that mean?" C'mon... doctors doing their patients? Cheerleaders? Sex in the dressing room? Their running every play in the 'Lesbian Cliché' playbook," Olivia said. "What's next? Naughty nurses? Hot for teacher? The Mile High Club? It's all very... graphic... I grant you. But it's all so stupid!"Lyn sprang to her feet and glared at. ” Blake smiled and got on the elevator. Cade walked back to the kitchen and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge, idly wondering what Lindsay and Marcus were up to. He strolled back to the master suite hoping to find them already fucking each other silly. That was the whole purpose behind the ruse of the photo shoot after all, getting to watch his wife getting fucked and manhandled by a stranger. He rubbed his cock through his jeans getting turned on by the thought. He paused at the door of the.