Wearing the stupid blinking earpieces that her nerd loser brother Jack had given her made her feel slightly ridiculous ... she wasn’t even sure the ...ucking things would work. After all, just listening to music couldn’t change anything.Could it?When have I ever been wrong about anything? Jack had asked her earlier in the day.Emily kept thinking of that. And the fact that Jack looked more like a model out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog when he walked into the kitchen in the morning, rather. These being some nice black boxers, a pair of designer jeans that were all the hots this summer and a short sleeved white shirt. I could pull that off, as I was in a good physical shape, I can’t say that I was ripped but I wasn’t fat and I had all the right curves (and lack of them) where it counted. Then taking some quick sandwiches, I ran out of the house, nearly missing the bus to Emmy. Arriving there at precisely the agreed time, I rang the bell and my expectations reached their peak.. She acted surprised about my answer. I found myself doing all the answering while Andrea asked all the questions. She asked if my preference was that he had a thick cock. I couldn't believe we were talking about this but I said yes , I would like for him to really stretch your pussy. She smiled and said oh that would be nice. I started feeling more relaxed and soon she and I laid out the ground rules about her talking a lover. She told me about a guy that often came in the office where she. I went to the bathroom, and when I walked out wearing only a towel wrapped around me, Jenna had a big T-shirt on and no bottoms and was walking towards the door. "Who's there?" I asked she turn to me and winked "Room service treatment for my wife". "hold on let me put something on" I asked but she ignored me and opened the door. The room service guy was wide-eyed when he saw us. Jenna in a t-shirt and panties and me in a towel and wet, he pushed his cart in and stuttered something like a good.