I couldnt help but admire how she was handling the situation. Need help? I asked, forgetting where we all were at the moment. Sure, give me a hand. My...ass is fucking killing me… Um, uncle Joe? Yeah, I asked, completely oblivious as I pulled her up off the ground. Your cock is pointing right at me. Oh shit! I said, trying to move behind the door. You really do like lolitas, huh? she teased, failing to close her robe. Um… I had no idea how the fuck to reply to that. Hey aunt Marie? Leanne. You have a great body and shouldn’t be embarrassed.” She smiled at me and didn’t say anything, but she held her eyes locked on mine for a few extra seconds before walking away. “Damn it, I just crossed the line” I thought to myself. Oh well, it was her fault…right? An hour or so later, I had to go to the storage room to find another coffee maker. As I was rummaging around, Shelly had walked in. She said she was looking for more cups and asked if I was alone. When I told her yes, she walked over. Be filmed or lose her? The choice was obvious, but still made him quake. “Okay, I’ll do it.”***Brad still didn’t know quite what to expect when he knocked on the door of Ashley’s apartment three days later. He figured being filmed having hot sex with her could be a lot of fun, but he also harbored some self-doubt. What if he got too self-conscious of the camera and couldn’t perform?Ashley answered the door with a huge, excited, smile, kissed him and ushered him inside. It was only a mild. ’ ‘She did.’ Carmen shook her head. Yet as she did a profound (yet not new) thought occurred to her. She had witnessed in life many situations both on movies/tv and in real life where women who had recently broke up with a boyfriend or had been sadly disillusioned in love try to ‘get back in the game’ so-to-speak by dating, then sleeping, with a new hot sexy guy. This incident with Vicky was a prime example. What did this mean? Did it mean that they were acting out in revenge, or did it mean.