" In the kitchen she took an opened bottle of sauvignon blanc out of the refrigerator and put it on the counter. Then she went across the hall into he... bedroom. When she came out a short time later the jeans had been replaced by a short, tie-dyed cotton skirt, and her hair had been released from the ponytail and now hung loosely in gentle waves to her shoulders. She'd removed the sweatshirt, leaving the loose, midriff-baring t-shirt she'd worn underneath it. Her breasts swayed under the cutoff. And she did slay, but at times it was overbearing. Denise would turn any eye at the party on a regular day, but in those booty shorts and fishnet leggings the guys would be cross-eyed staring at her ass. Her balayage'd hair fell down to her exposed midriff and her tits were almost spilling out of her white halter top.Claire dropped the box on the bed and responded with a jump up and a slightly licentious saunter over to her roommate. "I'm wet. Fuck me now!" She said coy-fully with a bit of a. She loved him. The boy didn't have an ounce of malice in him. He was truly hers. "Andy, on the other hand...." , the voice in her head said. "Andy is trouble." the voice continued with a hint of glee.She sighed as she started climbing the stairs. "He is still mine. I can manage him." she said to the annoying voice."Manage him." it mocked her. "You can't even talk to him." "I have my ways. You'll see. I still have my ways to deal with my son." she retorted as she grabbed the door knob and opened. Keven smiled at me. ‘Really? You?’ ‘Yeah, and I’m sure you know all about that condition, don’t you?’ I snorted. ‘You and I are more alike than I think either of us realize. In the end, my penalty for being stubborn is to see the doctor every day.’ ‘That’s just being prudent,’ Keven said. ‘Gretchen was all worried that sex was out of the question,’ I continued. ‘Alice set her straight. As long as it’s not too rough, I can if I want to, thank God. I’m horny so much now.’ ‘Lucky Gretchen,’ Keven.