I’m not on that floor.’ ‘Who is? We can’t ask Eve.’ ‘Why? What does Eve care if you go talk to her?’ ‘I’m not gonna talk to that stu...id twat. We’re gonna go throw out her fucking junk.’ And then they realize I am there. I put out my smoke carefully. I am scared of two fifteen-year-old girls. I am twenty-three and homeless and I don’t remember much of the last five weeks, but I remember to be afraid of teenage girls. Especially when you are the only person around and they are out for blood. Not. “That’s not a very good way to run a business. If people had to rely upon me to shuttle notes back and forth, nothing would ever get done,” Sherry said absently.“Well, I’m trying to deliver it to you,” Otterly said waving the note around trying to get her mother to notice it.“Oh. I guess I should read it,” Sherry said taking the note from Otterly.Sherry read the note and frowned. “This is ridiculous. She demands that I be there at ten in the morning. Doesn’t she know how early that is?”“It’s. "I've never done this before, but I'll give it my best."Vivian ran her hand comfortingly through Kendra’s hair. "Just do what feels natural to you," it was hard to believe she was the younger and yet Kendra was the one that felt like a virgin.Vivian spread her young slender legs and showed her prize sixteen year pussy. It was a creation of pure beauty, all pink and aroused. She keeps a small tuft of hair atop an otherwise smooth bare cunt.Kendra did not know what to think but the sight of this. Ben had no problem with Betty staying over for a few days. Betty did not object. She did seem to be having a hard time sitting still in her chair. Ben even asked what her problem was and to stop fidgeting. It was decided that she would go home first then someone would come over later to bring her back, so she could pack a suitcase.The rest of their visit went well. Betty's dress seemed to have dried. The dried cum I left on her chest must have itched as I spotted her a couple of times.