“Steve, you know what to do!” she giggled, getting into the center of the bed.I chuckled, “I certainly do. One ‘Stephanie Sundae’ coming up!...��She propped herself on her elbows so she could watch while I put fudge, whipped cream and a cherry on each breast, and did the same for her pussy, but used three cherries, just as I had with Jennifer. I knew Stephanie and Jennifer had talked and that my little sister would know what I meant with the three cherries. She smiled when she saw that.I got. ” She took another sip before leaning in closer to Amanda. “Some of these workers can be a little on the rough side if you know what I mean. Plus he isn’t the most… aggressive person. I suppose neither was Donna, he just needs to find a good partner that can make up for his softer side.” I finally finished up the dishes and came out to the living room where they were sitting. “Coming to join us hun?” Steph asked.“Actually I think I might hit the hay, I’m a little tired,” I said as I looked at. "What the fuck are you trying to do to me, kid?" she yelled. "Rip me off?" No, honest!" he cried, staring at her pussy."Then what? I'll call the guys from downstairs, if you don't tell me the truth." I was just looking." Looking at what?" You!" he grinned."Me?"His dirty face beamed. "Yeah. I saw you bare-assed the other day and climbed up your porch roof for a better look. You got nice tits!" A fuckin' Peeping-Tom! Where do you live, squirt?" Far from here. I ran away."She reached down and. It's OK, I ain't mad; just get on and fuck her."Leon needed no second reminder, he did as his boss directed, knelt between her knees and allowed Missy to slightly adjust her position so his fat cock could slide unopposed into her as he thrust forward. All three of them made sounds that sounded like sighs of approval.Missy's sigh quickly turned into some kind of mewling that kept perfect time with each thrust of the fat cock that was so effectively pistoning in and out of her. Leon made no sound.