."And on it went until Andrea swept in and declared, "Ladies. Carl has just arrived. He is here because we all need him to get better, and I will not ...ave you badgering him like you're doing. Now settle down, act like ladies, and if you wish to ask Carl about himself, do so like young ladies with some manners and respect." That was the end of that. Both girls settled down immediately. I thought Andrea ruled that house like General Patton, and just as successfully.Cassandra and Janet flanked. The first meeting was at the Lord High Poobaa's home and before the night was out, they had split into virtually two groups. Whilst there was no hidden agenda for the partitioning of the group, each group seemed to strike an affinity among their smaller group, without any hassle being evident among the whole group.They decided to have future meetings at each other's homes, but with the next meeting at the actual function venue so as to get first hand knowledge of the complex.There were ten very. What if her son had woken up? What if he had seen her like that? What if he had been awake for what she had done? She slapped her round, pretty, face, a third time, knocking curls of auburn hair about, and at last, sending tears down her light caramel skin. Twenty minutes ago, Abigail had quietly crept into the room beside hers, which contained Michael Bright, her only son. A high school senior, he was chubby like his mother, tall, handsome, and very nearsighted. She had sheltered him all his. To complete her look, her long dark brown hair is gathered into two messy pigtails, one on each side of her head. On her feet, she wears knee high white socks with black 5 inch pumps. In short, shes a naughty, dirty school girl come to play. You stare at her, not daring to pinch yourself for fear this is all just an amazing dream. Her taut abs and perky breasts are at the perfect level for your feasting eyes, and your fingertips are itching to play with her diamond navel piercing that sits.