She was alternately euphoric, depressed, defiant and then extremely passive, sometimes all in the span of a few minutes."I won't sell!" she screamed. ...It's mine and I won't give it up!" You don't have to," Evan would say, trying to soothe her."But what if they want to give us a lot of money?" she whined."Money's no problem," Cheri would add. "You do what you want. We're here for you either way. You decide." Oh God, Evan!" she whimpered, crying on his shoulder. "You're my master. You tell me. .J’Arnie in her rush to Hamish’s room hadn’t made her own bed. Geez coochie comes before tidiness any day. The brunette’s timing was perfect. Hamish was bent over about to pull up his doona.“Great arse” said J’Arnie as she pulled down his jocks; “Wow your packing cock”; she added as she fondled his meat stick in all right places.Hamish knew he had fifteen minutes before they were out the door. Hamish knew you could do a frickin lot with a hot girl’s body in a quarter of an hour, especially if. He talked about Gwen like she was dirt under his feet. “The bitch is crazy. She screws all of us, but swears she loves some guy named Scooby or something like that. She’s mainlining like crazy, I expect to wake up every morning and find her dead. She’s a gold mine though, when it comes to information about high dollar houses and how easy they are to rob. Manson loves her though, he even gave her the shotgun. It scares the shit out of me to see her waving it around, wondering how high she is.She. “Suck his cock” she instructed Carol “I want it hard to go in my pussy” “so don’t make him cum, just get him hard for me”.Carol leaned in and took Robert’s now shrunken cock between her lips and started rolling her tongue over it, licking up his remaining juices as she went.Betty lay between Carol legs and replicated Carol’s kissing of her thighs, up one side, flicking her clit with her tongue and down the other, Carol’s body raising up to her, just as she had to Carol previously, she looked up.