“Do you want anything? Tea? Coffee?” “No, thank you.” I stood in the living room not sure of what to do and a little awkward. “Give me your ...ag and I'll take it to your room.” I passed her my bag. As she reached her arm out, her dressing gown opened up and I couldn’t help but get a slight glance at her cleavage. It looked amazing, so glossy and smooth. Thankfully she didn't see me take a look otherwise that would have been a very awkward start to the day. “Right I'll take this to your room and. I couldnt take it anymore. Reaching into my belt, I pulled out a PokÃ, Ball that contained my Machoke and sent it out there, just a few feet away from the Umbreon. The Umbreon jumped in surprise as my Machoke emerged from the confined of its PokÃ, Ball, all hard muscle and purpleish tinge over its buff form. The Umbreon faced my Machoke squarely, and indecision was clear in its electric yellow eyes, to fight or flee. Taking that moment of hesitation as an opportunity to attack, I. He was about 6’ 4” tall and weighed over 350 lbs and was kind of brutish looking. He looked like George the a****l Steele and just like him, he had a shaved head and an extremely hairy body. Not that I hadn’t fucked unattractive men before, since I had engaged in sex with men ranging from 18 to 74, of all races and sizes, but Stanley had seemed like more of a caretaker and I trusted him as such. But on the night before my flight, my cunt was drenched and I had been masturbating for an hour with. Melody. Alicia.”“Holy shit!” I gasped aloud.People glanced at me. Pam faltered on stage, her head snapping around to look at me. I winced and gave her a supportive nod. Clint and two of his sisters. Not that he knew Melody was actually his half-sister. And he was sleeping with both of them? Melody wasn’t shocking. The two had been inseparable since they could crawl. Only a month a part in age, my sixteen-year-old daughter and Clint had run around our houses and the neighborhood. It was clear.