It had been over ten minutes since the phone call had ended and he had managed to make the living room somewhat presentable - i.e., porn-free. He hope.... He opened the front door. 'Hey!' he said. 'Hey!' Dawn replied. God, she's a knockout, he thought to himself. Dawn was one of those women who always got away with being overdressed. Today she was wearing a low-cut black top with short sleeves and tight black trousers. As Ed stepped aside to let her in, he checked just how tight they were. Very. Malt (yes that is his birth name, the guys at his high school never lethim forget about it) Mattson was a fine looking man halfway in histwenties dressed in a pricy tuxedo. His dirty blonde hair in a shortspiky get up while his sparkling blue eyes and rosy cheeks always had anabsolute disarming charm to them. He was a man in his prime, in shape,well off, and of course a minor celebrity.Malt bowed to the applause as two crew members moved the iron boxoffstage and two others brought out a very. Daisy stopped abruptly within inches of Lesley. The room stopped to stare at the two women as silence overtook the room.The DJ had just finished a song and was lost in this moment of tension and did not put on another. The room was deadly silent now and the crowd could see the front of Lesley's beautiful legs juxtaposed against the backs of Daisy's equally sexy legs.Lesley looked bewildered, "Can I help you?" is all that Lesley said but said it in a condescending way that Daisy was accustomed. She had her hair in pig tails which made her look about 16,and she was sucking seductively on a lollipop.I felt my cock twitch.I must have been staring without realizing because she looked up and asked me if I liked what I saw in a real sexy voice,and then giggled.I replied that I was fine,and she replied," You mighty fine, big boy.You want massage ? I love you, long time! ",and she giggled again at her own corny joke.I stood there,and felt my cock grow even harder.I seen her name tag said.