I wondered if she knew that she was flashing a lot more than the underside of her firm buttocks at me as she led me to the living room."I'm so glad yo... came," she told me. "I just don't know what to do with Bobby any more. He's really out of control!"She sat down next to me on the sofa, her bare knee pressing against my leg. I squirmed in my moist satin panties and tried not to stare at the way her well-rounded titties were tumbling out of the front of her slip."What seems to be my brother's. "I didn't say that we only talked, sir!" Becky protested with a grin."And then we were four," I said. "I think we are definitely going to have to start looking for a new place tomorrow. I shudder to think what it will be like trying to share the bathroom." We can get the real estate section in the morning and start looking then," Jamie said. "Even without Chrissy contributing anything we should be able to get a pretty nice place." Mistress, may I speak with you in private?" Chrissy said quietly. " No. YOU need to be clear. I'm not fooling anybody." Except that trucker in Barstow." Yeah, Stevie Wonder with a tractor trailer."She giggled, "Okay, well anyway, this isn't that. Come on."She opened her door and got out. I clutched the door handle on my side, but did not pull it. She circled around to my side and stood there, hands on hips, with a slightly exasperated look on her face. She opened my door, but I made no move to swing my legs out.She let out a sigh and leaned in putting her. I knew I would have to hit him immediately after he caught the ball, or they would have a first down.As if we had played for years, what happened next was a work of art. Brandon, realizing the situation, had the tight end cut off. The ball meant for him was suddenly in my hands. I was in full stride by this time and heading toward the far sideline. Brandon, by this time had already cut off the end and was turning to the same sideline. I screamed 'BALL' which was the signal for interception and.