Should I message her? I wonder to myself.I haven’t talked to Chelsea since my birthday. She said that she was busy with work for a few days and I do...’t want to bother her. But what does 'a few days' mean?'Fuck it,' I say to myself. I pick up the phoneHey, what are you up to now? How’s work been? I click send.I have no idea what to expect or when she’ll reply. It’s 12:30pm on a Thursday afternoon so she’s undoubtedly working. I’m over-thinking this. I should pre-occupy myself with. It didn’t work but she at least tried.”“That’s a good thing,” I said – mostly because I had nothing else to offer. Liz was sort of staring at me so I offered a helpless shrug.“We’re all three going to sit down tonight and watch the show,” Vicki told us. “She’s not going out to be seen or anything. She’s just going to hang out with us.”“Isn’t it a little late for Arabella to be up?” I asked. I didn’t add that I thought it was too late for any teenager to be awake. “I don’t want anybody to get. Now she had been found out by her own son.Bringing her eyes back up to his face, she stared into his eyes, trying to fathom what he was thinking. She didn't know what to say as they stared into each other's eyes. Finally, she acceded and lowered her eyes, looking away from his piercing admonition. But as she did, she found herself staring down at his bouncing cock once again. "I'm sorry, Timmy," she was finally able to whisper. "I don't know what else to say," she said softly."What in the... ". ” With that Quinn lifted her skirt showing her neatly trimmed vagina. “I know I wasn’t that loose before but now? Plus I am wet and leaking constantly with you here.” Walking up to Ephus, she grabbed his hand and placed it at her opening.Ephus eyes went wide when he felt that she was quite a bit tighter than she was before! “You are unhappy about this? Plus the fact that you have regressed at least 20 years. Just tell me, I’ll talk to them.” Ephus told her as he started to massage her with a.