“Hey Brad.” I’m shocked she until I remembered I still had my name tag on. “How unfair” I responded, “I don’t know your.” “Kailey.�...“Nice to m...” “Hey dude! Thanks for the beer.” Interrupted Tim I emptied the case in the fridge and got one out for the three of us. Tim took the chair leaving a spot open on the other end of the couch Kailey sat on. I handed her a beer then stepped close to her to hand Tim his. I noticed her looking toward my crotch, the image of her face closer made my penis. “We knew we could handle Elaina, we just weren’t expecting you and Margo to come back so soon and catch us,” Grant said.“By the way, where is Margo?” Alex asked.“I had to sedate her until I figure out what to do,” Andrew answered, sounding aggravated.“Is she going to be a problem?” Grant asked.“Absolutely, unless we find a way to convince Margo it’s in her and her daughter’s best interest not to cause any problems,” Andrew said.He told his sons he didn’t blame them for fucking their sexy little. I liked his block; the houses were close together and butted up against the sidewalk. No front yards. The block dated, I read, back to the Federal era — late 1790s through the 1830s.Of course a three-day stretch is no guarantee of a pattern, certainly not a lifestyle. But Folsom lived alone — no wife, no ex, no kids. The brief snapshot I had of him tallied with research from Sullivan & Sullivan. No club memberships; he played singles with a teaching pro on public tennis courts. No church. She was wearing her school uniform and she lowered her skirt down onto the floor and posed looking at her long legs and temptingly curved backside from different angles. Roxy even turned away from the mirror and grabbed her ankles just the way she had learned how to do it in gymnastics to increase her flexibility. The pretty teenaged girl looked between her knees and saw how sexy her bottom looked all perky and high in the air. Her boobs were swinging in little circles totally free and with.