”“She’s at home. She won’t bother us. We can go in the den and chill.”“Really? She won’t do anything.”“Nope! She knows I fuck femmes...”Corey flashed a smile and decided to leave with Mike.When they entered the house, Cynthia was passed out on the couch. “You see that dumb bitch,” Mike asked.Corey said, “Yeah. She’s out cold.”“Yeah she’s drunk. Let’s go upstairs. They walked into the master bedroom. Corey sat on the California King waterbed.“What do you drink,” Mike queried.“It don’t matter,”. Alright. Well. Figures.I try to feel embarrassed about it, I really do. But hey – she's the one who got into a hot tub in which a guy was obviously masturbating. If anything, I feel flattered, and intrigued. She could have scurried away, but she didn't. She wouldn't have needed to mention it, but she did.Is this how awkward, shy girls flirt? Startlingly, there's nothing shy about it. More like 'Straight to the point with blunt force and very little word-mincing'. I could get used to that,. She was already horny from the thrill of showing off her body, and now she could feel her pussy soaking as she walked.The next day, she started getting dressed to hang out with the guys again. She would have to be more daring this time around. She tried on a very loose white mini skirt that was barely enough to cover her ass. As she looked at herself in the mirror, a thrill came through her as she had the craziest idea. Her heart started pumping and her whole body felt warm. She took a deep. " Bill, that has to be the church's compound. See, there are people working in the fields in the upper part of the picture. This just made my day, my friend. I can put someone in the cabin and they will have a clear shot for some camera work. No wonder the church wanted the property so bad. It had a direct view directly down on them. Anyone moving in their compound could be plainly seen from the cabin." If you do what I think you are planning, you are going to stir up a hornet's nest, Jon. They.