I need to talk with Hope more. I’m not sure I can handle having sex with the same man as my daughter. And please keep your distance for another week...or so.”“I understand. You are making good progress.”“Thanks. For everything. Hope said to tell you ‘hello’.”“Tell her I said ‘hi’.”We hugged and she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then I walked her home. We hugged again, and I left to walk back to the house, where I changed into regular clothes and then Kara and I left Birgit with Jennifer,. She looks over her shoulder. Right at the river. "Ma... La mia scarpa! Cazzo!"You snap back to your senses when you see her climbing the ledge in a drunken attempt to go find the lost heel. You reach to grab her by the hips. "Leave me, you fucker... I love these shoes! It's all your fault!"You struggle with her, laughing. She laughs as well, her delicious chest bouncing under your hand. Exhausted, you find yourselves sitting under the ledge, facing each other. You grab the bottle of champagne,. Perhaps leaving for Los Angeles wasn’t such a bad idea after all — if nothing else, it’d keep her from getting cabin fever. Or is it Barn fever? Shaking her head at the terrible joke, Peyton finished folding clothes away into the laundry basket she used to carry clothes in, separating her pile from Caleb’s. Normally she let him wash his own clothes, but boredom had prompted her to take over the job before her mother had. That and it grossed her out to know her mother was touching Caleb’s. He keeps this arrangement going while he gives the rest a good wash and a quick fuck; Betty, Alice, Alison, Deborah, and Melissa. With everyone else done he turns to Liz to wash her and fuck her to five orgasms, leaning her back against the wall. He’s rewarding her for her help. She finishes by giving him a blow job so he comes in her mouth twice. They were up early and not long in the showers, so the alarms are only just going off when he and Liz step out to start getting dried. All are.