Chris puts his hands behind his head and crosses his legs at the ankles. He grins as I try to rearrange my top to cover my almost exposed breasts. “...on’t cover those delectable things on my account,” Chris laughs. I shoot him a withering look and turn my back on him, only to confront my 3 friends watching with amusement. “Think I’ll go for a walk,” I say as I start off down the trail to the bathhouse. As I leave I hear Chris’s deep chuckle along with snickers from the women I used to call my. Where we quietly undressed, and slowly starting touching. Sandra took my hand and led me to her bed.I thought we would roll around together and kiss and touch some more.But Sandra wasted no time in letting me know what she wanted. My sister settled on her back in the middle of her bed, legs spread, offering herself up to me."Really?" I asked, towering over her, turgid and ready."Totally ready," she waggled her thighs like beckoning fans. I could see her glistening readiness. I'd barely moved. “Then act like it, bitch!”“Yes, daddy! What do I have to do?”“Get on your side!”Princeton moved all the way on the bed. Brontae slid behind him and shoved meat back inside. He pounded hard. His balls were slapping against Princeton and the noise could be heard all over the mansion.Brontae held onto Princeton’s body to keep him from running. He asked while panting, “You like this young dick in you?”“Yes, daddy,” wailed the homeowner.“Big young dick, ain’t it?”“It’s so big, daddy. So big in my. He's a hunk, too, as I recall." I was hardly in the mood to notice." Fiddle-sticks! You ain't ever not noticed a man of any type. You're just like me. Did you ask him for his phone number?" Not exactly." Land sakes alive, Child! How on earth do you expect to get a man if you don't take the opportunities you're given?" It's Tuesday, Grandma. If I'd asked for his number he would have arrested me for solicitation or some such thing. And I have enough problems already -- thanks to my very own.