"I didn't know it was going to be open to both of us! I don't want him using you as his slave. You're my girlfriend." He grabbed my head and said, ...Move, I'm going to finish cleaning her up."She laughed her sweet little laugh. "too late, Adam! I gave you your chance. But, if you really want me to be your slave, I might let you. The cost went up, though." That didn't sound good, and there was no telling what this dirty little angel was up to. I'd never seen this side of her, and I was. I hope you’ll forgive me.” She looked a bit puzzled at first, and then thought it over before answering me. She told me, “I, I’m sorry too, for running away like that. That was pretty childish. I only think I saw, I mean, what you were doing, I didn’t get that close of a look really, but I think I know what it was you were doing, I think…” She was blushing profusely and here I was the one that should have had the red face. Instead, I walked towards her saying, “Just relax, let’s just forget it. " I wish you wouldn't. It's just, that, well" We get it Patrick, we do. And we've all agreed to NOT argue about you." Ever?" Ever? No, I don't think we could agree to that. But, we all agreed that arguing around you is NOT going to happen ever again. You yelling at us while sick in the bathroom put things into perspective." Good."As his dad pulled something from his back pocket he said, "And, it led us to the following decision to give this too you to help with your nausea."His Dad extended a. Daddy slipped behind Christi then firmly gripped her around the waist and lifted her onto his member. Kathy repositioned herself so she could watch Daddy's massive organ pay its first visit to Christi's little honey pot, which stretched absurdly to make room for its throbbing guest, but she had to dodge Christi's chunky black shoes as the dangling girl tried to replant her feet on solid ground.In and out went Daddy. Up and down bobbed the heavy lead weights. Back and forth kicked Christi's.