I woke to the sound of two girls arguing in my living room. Forcing my eyes to open, I saw it was 7:16 in the morning! Who the hell fights that early ...n a weekend?Dragging myself out of bed, I staggered into room and was met by a crying Brit and an obviously pissed off Anna."You bastard! Where the hell are her clothes?" Anna yelled. "I've heard of guys trying to keep panties as a souvenir but all her clothes? You really are some kinda asshole perv aren't you?"I was stunned. I was also still. He worked his way down my tummy and to my crotch. The paint felt like liquid silk against my skin. I had a heightened awareness of touch, and the brush was stroking all my nerve endings. As he brought the brush up to my pussy, I had a sudden fear. What if I had an orgasm from the touch of the delicate bristles against my pussy lips? That would be awful. I wonder if that ever happens, and would the spectators be able to tell what had just happened? I did my best to fight the sexual. Which, by the way, brings your total to one dollar and eighty cents," the chuckle responded. "Oh, and don't forget that you have my cell. Seriously, give a call if anything comes up."Walking back to the stakeout Altman shook her head in disbelief at what had just transpired. 'Lord God, is that guy one heck of a salesman.' She thought.MONDAY 2:45 P. MDowntown, Chicago, ILMax Aldmen was Homeland Security's ultimate go-to guy. He and his 'traveling circus' were the locusts that the department let. And rub she did, holding the bigger woman’s hips, forcing their bodies together, exhaling like they were involved in a tennis match. Slap, slap, slap. Meanwhile, Joanie was kneeling over Ms. Dawson’s face, watermelon juice dripping down her crack into Ms. Dawson’s mouth. The younger girl was slowly moving watermelon cubes down Ms. Dawson’s long inner thighs, running them softly over the sensitive area around her pussy. Anthony got down on all fours, his mouth inches.