And then Cait reached for the dildo without ever taking her mouth off my pussy and she found it and she spread her legs and put it inside herself and ... looked up at her mom again and she could see everything from there looking down at my ass and at Cait fucking herself with both hands gripping the dildo and her head between my thighs and she walked around the railings to the top of the stairs in front of me and she was only wearing a bathrobe and she opened it and sat down and spread her legs. "You want me to shave you?" she asked."I mean, if you're not too busy."Christina looked back at her laptop for a moment. She quickly typed out a "Do Not Disturb" message and turned back to Justin. "Nope. Let's get you cleaned up."Upstairs, Justin now stood in the shower facing out as Christina sat on the edge of the tub. She had Justin's razor in hand and a bottle of shaving cream in the other. "Hold out your hand, honey." Justin held out his hand as Christina filled it with a healthy amount of. I welcome other authors creating chapters, but I will review them as I want to keep the quality of this piece intact. One of the things that would ruin other stories for me was a shift in quality when another author started writing a branch. I am hoping to avoid that here. With all that said, I hope you enjoy and welcome any constructive critique, or comments on what you would like to see. I will try to reply to as much as possible**** End Note****My name is Kaylee, and today started out like. I traded it for one on an immediate flight to London and bought a second ticket for Marie. Our plane left for London by way of New York within the hour.We heard the first reports of Elvis' death during the layover in New York. Marie cried a little when she saw the papers, but so did a lot of people.*****The Wheatsheaf Pub -- Wapping London -- October '99Tom and Mike looked at Billy in disbelief."You're saying that Elvis didn't really die all those years ago?" Mike said. "She turned.