Especially as she was like 90% sure that Caroline was about to strap on a dick and pound her slutty ass. Which granted wasn’t as good as the 100% sh... always got with guys, but it was still really good, and considering the way Caroline had been acting today, and the way she was looking at her right now, Max wasn’t worried at all. Proving that her friend had been right not to worry Caroline pulled her finger out after a few minutes, roughly smacked Max’s ass and ordered, ‘Finger your own ass. The kitchen was all mahogany and stainless, and a 70 inch curved television sat on a low corner table. I hoped to one day live in a house so well-appointed, but I tried to focus on the task at hand. I yelled again with the same result then took off my shoes before I started searching. I’m not a complete savage.I followed the back hall to the foyer to the dining room to the den, but I couldn’t find Derek or whoever the client was anywhere. I called Derek’s name again, but not as loudly.. .. I was putting my clothes in the laundry." "Why didn't you knock first!?" "I didn't know you were home... I'm sorry." "We haven't had a chance to spend time together recently, and you made her feel uneasy so he left!" "I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'll make sure I knock next time. Okay?" "You better" She glanced down and noticed he bulge in my pants. " Is..... Wait... Is that from..." She got up and left. I felt so awkward. I had just seen my sister and her girlfriend fooling around. But I was. Well, mom was home. What a perfect way to add to an already lousy evening, I thought and bit my lip. Now I would have to listen to her bitching mouth, too! When she was drunk she was mouthy and irritable. She wasn't a drinker, but when she went out with her gaggle of friends she usually came home completely soused. I suppose it was her way of letting off steam although I never knew what worries she had that made her feel the need to drink."Jim? You home?" I heard her heels as they echoed across.