She leaned back again and started to unbutton her shirt. That was her secret weapon. Her amazing body. She pulled her shirt open and exposed her fl...t stomach and amazing breasts which were tucked into a white bra. Her tan breasts were threatening to spill out of the tight D-cups. “Do you want me to make you cum again?” she asked softly. Of course I did. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra with one hand. It fell down into her lap and I stared in awe at her perfect tits. . “Well, on Friday, it was our turn to host. That’s why you and your brother were supposed to babysit at the Carmichael’s. That all changed, and it all got cancelled when we got a call, an hour before the start time, that someone’s home got broken into and torched. We video our gatherings. So, we had set up cameras in all the rooms we would have been using. That’s when we found a recording of you two. As to being in trouble. Well, your father was so turned on he screwed me for four hours solid,. ”“Oh, it’ll be fine,” I told her as we walked away from the Vault, my breasts jiggling before me. I put an arm around her shoulder. “You should see some of the wicked places we’ve enjoyed each other. Fields. Forest glades. Libraries.”“Libraries?” gasped the girl, her ruby eyes growing so wide. “Wait, at the University? With all those books around you?”“Mmm, yes,” Sven said as he walked ahead, his arm around Ava’s shoulder. The princess clung to his right side while Kora was on the right. The. When we reached a fairly secluded spot with a good view of the Campuswe stopped, and the punk girl introduced herself as Ayla Goodkind. Atthe questioning looks, she added in a pained voice: "Yes I am one thoseGoodkinds."This meant nothing to me, but from the gasps of horror from the others,it was some kind of big deal. Realising a few were obviously workingthemselves up to leave not just Ayla, but Whateley, probably NewHampshire,and maybe even the continental United States, before I couldthink.