She sat in the one comfortable chair and gestured to the office-type one for me. From her suitcase, she took a bottle of Southern Comfort and poured u... one each, no ice.“I like your dress,” I said. “Is a man supposed to say something like that or is it a women-only thing?”“What do you like about it?” she asked.“The silver bits,” I said. “And I like the way the skirt hangs.”“The way it hangs,” she mused.“It’s sort of straighter than you’d expect,” I explained.“You’re not gay, are you?” she said. "Buckle up," I said, thinking what I should do first, which was probably bonk her. But she smelled almost as bad as she looked.I took her to the only full-scale spa in town, ignored her whining, hustled her inside and told the lady at the desk, "Give her the works, especially the hair. Take care of her nails, shave her pubic hair and underarms if she needs it, to bikini at least, and then give her a good, shingled hair cut, pixie maybe, Hepburn. How long?" Give us a couple of hours at least,". The dark, brooding and often intense emotions that had driven his former favorite daughter were completely missing now that she was reborn. Alana, his queen, was more at peace with herself – something that Béla had never been able to accomplish. Sy fervently hoped that his other daughters could find the happiness and satisfaction in life that his Alana had with him.As Sy started down Alana's torso, she tensed for a moment, then relaxed. Sy realized that she was worried about Frank's leavings.. Then to Marie's delight, Eric's cock erupted in her mouth.Eric moaned without taking into account where he was, while Marie milked him. When Eric did realize, he quickly put his cock away."Don't forget your promise," Eric said as he was leaving.Marie smiled and nodded. It was a bit awkward because she hadn't swallowed all of Eric's jizz. As soon as Eric was gone, Marie spit the remainder of Eric's cum into her palm."Well," Ryan said when Marie found him.Marie opened her hand and showed Ryan.