“see i’m clean,” she said probably hoping the search was over.“please take off the stockings and garter belt,” i barked.“oh yah like i’m...hiding an ak-57 in my socks,” she mumbled as she started to lean forward and roll down her left sock.“47,” i hissed.“what,” she said looking up at me with her glowing green eyes.“ak 47,” i said with a sly smile on my face, enjoying the frisky banter.“whatever, you know i’m not hiding anything,” she said as she started rolling down her right sock, i was just. She was already thinking of how to congratulate him for his stellar performance.She saw him frown when he saw her waiting for him but it didn't deter her."You were awesome!" she said, wrapping her arms around him."When did you plan to tell me about your TV appearance?" he asked."Oh, you heard about it?" she inquired. She wondered why he sounded so pissed off."Yeah, from a very unlikely source," Brock said. "I heard about it when the Tampa manager was waiting for me outside the locker room to. He opens his eyes and moves to straddle me, just below my breasts. His hand travels to his hard cock and wraps around it, slowly moving up and down. Within seconds I can see his body shivering, his moans are quiet but so, so intense and I know that he has fantasized about this, too. His hand works his way up and down his shaft, his other hand twisting and pulling at each of my nipples. That familiar warmth and need grows inside me again but I decide to let him have his fun. A look of pleasure. Dustin, my lil bro, got mad cause I wouldn't let him have a coke. “Rot ur teeth”, I told him. But I said he could have a milk-shake if he acted grown up, and not like some lil punk k I d. The rest of us ordered iced tea, so's not to rub in the coke thing. In a few minutes we were all choking down on some hamburger steaks. Mark made nice and got the same as us instead of holding me to the steak deal. He said just buying was cool enough.We finish up and I throw mom a fiver. She said we didn't.