It was, perhaps, a measure of McAllister's friends that none thought the unheralded arrival and casual greeting of such an individual was unusual, eit...er. McAllister smothered a smile wondering if perhaps the bright silvery spark floating in the room beside him made the occurrence more mundane.McAllister turned to see who the god indicated, and his eye fell on Carus. "Ah," he said, then, while he sorted out his feelings on the man. Aloud, he mused, "You did attack. Appearances can be deceiving,. I really shouldn’t be drinking this much, it’s just, I-I...”“It’s okay,” I said.“I guess you were right. Y-you probably should go back to bed. I, well, I don’t want to keep you up longer than I already have.”I forced a smile. “Are you gonna be okay down here?”“I’ll be fine,” she said. “I need to call it a night myself... and Scott?”“Yeah?”She let out a loud sigh. “Chad really cares about you,” she said, “even if he doesn’t always say so. I guess what I’m trying to tell you is, whatever. You arch your neck and begin to thrust, growling up towards the ceiling as my tight pussy works its magic on you.You can hear how wet I am which each thrust you make, and when you look down, you can see my wetness dripping down my legs, my ass, and onto a small pool on the toilet seat. You moan in desperation and grab hold of me, kissing me frantically as you plunge yourself as deep as you can go into my sopping wet cunt. I'm moaning and you think with a burst of pleasure and pride that the. Angela hated Rita. Not for any good reason, but mostly because Rita was the only woman on the staff that had bigger tits that Angela. What angered Angela most was that, unlike her own silicone-enhanced rack, Rita’s was 100% natural. For this, Angela had decided that Rita was the worst, the laziest, and the most money-grubbing of any of the household staff, and had begged Olin to fire her for years. For some strange reason, Olin had continually refused to allow her to fire Rita, while he said.