"I don't care about the pressure they're giving you. It's not like they're Pirelli. I pay you to fix stuff like this, Viv, not lecture me," she finall... shot back and then pushed the end button with a frustrated growl.No sooner had she ended the call when the phone started ringing again. Thinking it was her agent again, she nearly threw the cell out the window but stopped short when she was who it was."Oh wow, it's my sister," she exclaimed, glancing at the caller ID. Tapping the call button,. It hadn't been an easy accomplishment. Mike's arrivalhad triggered another round of lust, with Mary the happy recipient of the big dildo. Carol flushed as she remembered Mary's squirming, panting body as she plunged the phony prick well up her dripping pussy; Mike and John shoving their cocks into every available hole they could find; her own demanding body seeking thrill after thrill. It had taken a supreme act of will on her part to get them out of the house. She could have gone on like that. I knew she felt it; as her body tensed and her butt wiggled deeper into my cock until my member was nestled, almost like a hot dog in bun, in her ass crack. There was no way she didn’t feel it, but as I had guessed she was not ready to expose me and create an even more awkward situation. I took advantage of her moment of indecision and leaned around her, lunging at the ball. She reacted just in time, pushing the ball further away from her chest and out of the reach of my grasping hand. In. He hugged me, and kissed me. It was the best kiss I'd ever had. "Thank you, Donna." he said."You'll need a name." I said. "Can't call you Emilien when you're like this."Simone," he said. Only it wasn't in his voice. He'd changed it to a deep contralto. It fit him, her perfectly. Both the name and the voice."Simone? I like it. So, Simone, how about we go out to dinner?" Sounds Lovely" she said.The next half hour Simone spent practicing how to walk in heels, and I dressed up. I made reservations.