Daisy was a fashion designer, svelte and graceful, athletic even. Serendipitously, they wore the same dress size. So they found sharing clothes handy ...hen they eventually became roomies, yet nonetheless personal styles were distinct. While Lilly no longer models, Daisy keeps her hand in the trade and has several items that get sold to companies every year.Even before they met, their nicknames had been bestowed. That the rhyming monikers made an inadvertent sort of match was simply coincidental.. ."I'd done EXACTLY this too many times to think about, but this time...My bed's still made, so this turd spent the night in bed with Brittany. Mind still running in overdrive, I start to peel off my jeans. Ol' Justin's thinking he hit the pussy jackpot as he strips out of his pants. He beats me in the race and he's in the bed."C'mere, baby," he says.I climb in the bed, my hand goes to his dick and I stroke it twice, hating myself for ever having touched him before. Then my fingers range down to. And pours. "It's insane," I whimper. "It's gone and crazy and nothing's right and I can't handle this and..." I gag, huff, make small noises, and curl inward onto myself. And then, before I can collapse, Penelope grabs me. She leans closer still and sucks my lower lip inside her mouth, gently teasing my shaking flesh with her hopelessly soft hands. Suddenly, she pulls back, flicking her raven hair behind her shoulder and exposing her blemished neck. She smiles, revealing a mouth full of. . I don’t know how to say it...”“It turned you on. It wasn’t just here...” he said, brushing her lips with a fingertip “ ... but everywhere else, too.” He ran his fingertip down her cheek, past her jawline and down her neck, to wander over her shoulder and down her side to her hip and down her thigh.Lizzie shivered at his touch. It felt like when she and Megan were up in their bedrooms, touching themselves, but even better. She felt as hot and as wet as when they played games and practiced.