“Ok! Poor Kenny. Hey I do hope he’s remembered breakfast.”“Fucking better have, babe. Be hell to pay if he hasn’t.”“You are terrible, Ma...k!”We exit the lift onto the deserted 12th floor and start to make our way towards the room that I’ve reserved for us. It is two long corridors away in the very far corner, so quite a walk. Abi leans close and she keeps brushing herself rather suggestively against me. Absolutely fine by me. She tells me how much she enjoyed the briefing yesterday. That’s good,. I would miss his cock, though. So I went washed myself, paying extra attention to my body rather than my face. I went downstairs, my nipples rock hard. Connor wasn't there yet. I decided to make breakfast-his favorite. PANKAKES. "WOW! Sis, you're making me pancakes, naked!" It was my brother, his slacks at his knees and his cock out in his hand. "Hey Connor, what do you think?" I spun around, did a jump, and put my foot on the kitchen counter so my pussy was open. His mouth was open wide. He. Doesn't seem to have helped, Ann," said Cindy with a look of mock sorrow."Janet," said Ann. "Would you be so kind..."Janet, the brunette who was holding my blouse, took her water glass and poured its contents down the front of my panties. The crowd was in stitches. Marianne was just sitting cross-legged on the hood of my car, laughing her ass off. Ann gave me the look, so I curtsied and thanked Janet."Cindy?" prompted Ann again.Cindy checked and shook her head. "Nope, no progress yet." Then she. He said he would love to see it. I told him I would love to see it more myself but my girlfriend has final work when the beaver makes an appearance. I went to my girlfriend and after a while told her what he said. She got mad and walked away. I walked back to my new drinking pal and told him he got me in trouble. We both started to laugh. I told him everything he wanted to know about her all the way down to her favorite positions. Drinking makes me stupid. The next day my girlfriend asked about.