"Who's we?"Stef's voice faltered slightly, but then she regained composure. "We. Myboyfriend Ethan and me." Esme looked out of the corner of her eye a...Margaret, who hunched up her shoulders."Your boyfriend? Isn't that nice," she sneered. "And you told them first,of course." Stop, Am. Jay's my brother. And Esme's his girlfriend." She saw Ambersmirk at that, and then Margaret glare at her.Esme went over to the stove. Margaret's shoulders were shaking and shedebated whether to put her arms around. She leaned in, resting her head on my shoulder. She reeked of booze. It was the first time I had seen her this drunk. “I had planned on giving you a lap dance at the club, but then I got jealous.” I was shocked how easily I understood her drunk speech. “How about I give you a rain check?” she giggled and pushed her breasts into my face. I was partially sober, but couldn’t resist burying my face in her cleavage. God she smelled good! I nuzzled her breasts, kissing every inch of exposed. I get up and shut the door. ‘There, privacy, take off your shirt.’ She takes off her top and there she is sitting there with no shirt on and she looks awesome. I go up to her and start to kiss her. Her lips taste incredible and I stick my tongue into her mouth while rubbing her tits. I kiss her neck and move down and start kissing her tits. They are smooth and nice and firm. I start licking her nipples while one hand starts to rub her jeans between her legs. Then I my phone alarm rings and I. "Let's see what else is in here. A letter from Helen."Dearest Cynthia,I hope this finds you well. I also hope you don't mind a bit of blunt talk from a veteran of the Hollywood wars. It was a pleasure to meet you. I've heard nothing but good about you since. Peter and Nikki think highly of you, and that's good enough for me. They are among the best out here, even if Peter's "events" are nothing but cockfests for a bunch of old bastards to get their rocks off. But then you showed that while.