The house she had lived in, her parent’s house had not been burnt down and had been restored but remained abandoned. There had been tenants from tim... to time who lived there but they hadn’t stayed long. Rumours suggested there were hostile spirits guarding the house that wanted it to remain empty. It was possible that they were Trina’s parents but not knowing that for sure made Trina uneasy. Even if it was them perhaps they were angry at her for just watching as they died. Whatever it was they. "Hey sweetie, come on in just leave your flip-flops on the mat. Can't have any dirt coming into the house."she glanced at my crotch before hugging me hello in our normal way. She glanced again as she pulled away and then smirked. She seemed to be happy that it wasn't awkward physically again. "No problem," I said as I stepped in and noticed her house was immaculate, completely neat and tidy probably the cleanest place I had ever seen. I followed her straight through the house and out the back. Lois and Lana, the two closest, lean against me, pressing their breasts against my arms. I stare at the floor. Sonia and Wendy reach behind their backs, unhook their bras, and take them off. They slide off the bed and kneel at my feet."See the mirror across from you there, Superman?" asks Lana. I look up, a suspicion of what she is going to say flashes into my mind. "There's a camera behind that mirror, Superman. It's taking our picture right now." Lois reaches up and ruffles my hair. Lana puts. One ... two ... three!"He felt as if he were in an episode of While You Were Out. The only things missing were Teresa Strasser and Andrew Dan-Jumbo.Gabriel's jaw dropped when he saw what they had done to the room. Nearly everything he had left in the room was gone. After turning the girls loose on the room, he hadn't checked in on the project. Bailey gave him a couple of updates of the most generic kind (ie—"We're almost done painting" or "We picked up an end table the other day"), but other.