She needed to come up with a solution before it got too much later. Her eyes wandered from her clock to the cup, stuffed with pens and pencils...and a...pair of scissors. She smiled and rushed across the room, petticoat bouncing, and picked them up. First she tried to slip them under the waistband, but couldn't. Frowning, she took a fistful of the fluff, and put it between the blades of the scissors, and snipped. She set the scissors down and examined the cut. Or where the cut should have been.. .. “We’ve got the email!” the brunette fired at him like a salvo. “With a picture! All ready to go! Your death squad failed! So you have to give it up!”It was surprising the Davies let their daughter speak for them. Though perhaps that approach to parenting accounted for the bold way she behaved.He looked the brunette quintuplets over again. Possibly it had been an oversight not to see them before deciding about their disposal: certainly they looked human; alluringly human, even. In fact he had. I'll make it up to you, I promise.You have to go to work? Still haven't forgiven me? Okay, you go ahead and look out the window as you drink your coffee. I'll just slide my hands around your waist and snuggle up behind you. Can you feel my breasts pressing into your back? My nipples are hard little points against your shoulder blades. You know you want to touch them. No? You're still mad. Well, I'm not. I'm feeling a little randy myself. All that reading, you know.Your cotton shirt is soft. We walked to the bed and lay together....she touching my cock and my hand massaging her pussy lips. I moved down to her pussy, spread her legs and began licking her labia from her but crack to her cunt. She moaned when I hit her hard clit. I thrust my tongue deeper and deeper. Then I asked her to turn over and get on her knees exposing herself from behind. I massaged her pussy with my finger and used the juices to lubricate the area around her asshole slowly rubbing it around. .