The baroness’ presence still lingered in her rooms, even as her daughter stepped in front of the antique dresser eying her own reflection in the mir...or critically. No, she didn’t look like Mariska at all. The evening gown she had chosen for the night was a dark, shimmering black complimenting her pale complexion and emphasizing her slender beauty. The jewelery sparkled elegantly in the candlelight. Oil for the lamps had become a rarity and electricity was gone from their daily lives since the. Debbie moaned very slightly as his fingers probed her. He could feel her panties through her skirt, just above the overhang of her buttocks, and she slightly shifted her weight so that her legs parted slightly and allowed him to cup her cunt in his hand. His middle finger stroked her clitoris through the clothing."You know I'm going to have to fuck you, baby."And removing his hand he gave her rump a firm slap and turned to head for the bedroom. Debbie knew what was expected of her, and she. ‘Please…’ He stilled inside of her and all she could do was glory in the feel of his throbbing cock buried deep inside of her to the hilt. ‘You can do better that that, Cathy,’ he muttered through clenched teeth. Instictively she hooked her ankles together as she hang on to him, unconsciously clenching around him, drawing a moan from him. She bit her lips, even as they curved in a wicked smile, to prevent her own moan, wanting to enjoy the angry, startled look on his face. Damon narrowed his. ..” Mike said after a pause, “do you think Liz would go out with me?”Emma burst out into laughter.“Only way to find out is to ask her. But, for what it’s worth, I think you have a pretty good shot. You should definitely take it,” she said.“I think I might. But Liz is older than me, she graduated a couple of years ago, and I know she has her own apartment. It’s tough still living at home,” Mike said. “You can’t seem mature when you live under mommy and daddy’s roof.”Emma thought about that for a.