I sighed and tried again.“Do you like Pearl?”“Yes!”“Do you want to have Pearl as your girlfriend?”“Maybe.”“Maybe? Maybe isn’t good...enough. It has to be yes or no. You’ve had long enough to decide – so decide! If you don’t want her to be your girlfriend, then you have to tell her that and stop messing her around. If you do want her to be your girlfriend, then you have to tell her that, and cut out all this fooling around with every girl who points a pair of D-cups at you.”Dan was looking. The engine and power train had been ripped out and replaced with something that Davyn had created -- which, unsurprisingly, produced a hell of a lot more horsepower than the stock engine. As in, over 500 horses. Davyn went on to describe a dizzying array of additional features about the vehicle.Finally, when they were back outside it, he stopped and looked at Ken. "Notice anything about this baby?"Notice anything? Like what? "Davyn, I wouldn't know where to start noticing things about this. She dropped the leg closest to me, letting me see her pussy, and see Kayla’s face buried in it. I watched as Kayla’s tongue slid up and down Chelsea’s slit, finding its home on her clit and focusing again. Chelsea’s back arched each time her tongue found her clit again, and her moans got louder. Chelsea’s hand was gently massaging her breasts, but when her back arched, her fingers tightened and pinched her nipples, pulling them up away from her body. It was so amazingly sexy to watch,. If I enjoyed it, great, if not it didn't matter. Similar to my present the night before I was like a kid at Christmas, I wanted to see what Mike had got for me. There were three outfits in the wardrobe as well as some shoes, make up and a further black box that looked interesting. I decided to try on the skin tight pink dress, I don't know what it is called in the shops, but I will describe it. It was baby pink, skin tight and stretchy, it had straps over my shoulders that were thin and a slit.