"He's probably doing my laundry right about now." Sam said as she chewed her hamburger."Sam! You can't make your boyfriend do your laundry." Why? I do...stuff for him, you know." Ew." Carly said disgusted."Not that." Sam told her. "Well, maybe some of that." Ew." Carly repeated."The point being, we do things for each other and besides, the dish rag wanted to do the laundry. Who am I to deprive him of doing something he wants to do?" Whatever floats your boat." Carly responded."That's right.. .waiting for his turn. With one hand he was kneading his own dick from over his jeans, and the other hand he was rubbing on auntie’s back and thighs (from over her clothes). After a few minutes… Joe got down on his knees and took his face to aunties waist, he lifted her shirt a bit to bare the waistline and started kissing it. Now aunty turned towards him, still sitting in Marks lap. Now i could see Aunties front.. she was wearing a black designer lacy bra inside her opened shirt. Joe was now. The knot on my left arm was loosening. Had Chelsea fumbled with it? I struggled and pulled at it. I was getting tired again. Then it unraveled.The water stopped. I raced to untie my other arm. This one was tighter. Almost there.Chelsea opened the bathroom door and walked into the hall while rubbing a towel into her chest. Looking down the hall, she saw me through the doorway and dropped the oversized fluffy cloth to run.I got it. Chelsea jumped around the bed and onto me.“No daddy,. They high fived each other yet again and put on their clothes. I was left as a crying heap in the corner. As I opened my eyes it was seven fifty am. Nick was due at eight. I knew my door couldn't be locked because no one had the key to the outside. And unless the r****t decided to sleep on my couch, the finale should go off well, in spite of what happened the night before. I took the video out of the recorder and into the DVD player and hit play. I heard a knock at the door and yelled to come.