The button to the fifth floor was already glowing, pressed by the elevator’s only other occupant. When she turned to say good morning, the words stu...k in her throat. It was Liam, the gorgeous new cameraman at the station where Chelsea was steadily making a name for herself as a gifted reporter. Liam and Chelsea were often sent on assignments together, and they had developed a reputation for producing quality pieces. Liam had also developed quite a crush on Chelsea and had been repeatedly. He had that ruggedly dark, craggy demeanor of a mafia hitman and I'd often noticed the women in the gym where we worked out, looking his way. The girls were simply unbelievable and my inner voice suddenly echoed a hollow 'uh-oh', as I felt myself instantly starting to feel unfatherly feelings toward both. I could barely get up the nerve to look at them, but they were dressed in very short cut-off jeans, with halter tops, and low-cut white sneakers without socks. Melissa had the long black hair. I told him I couldn't be late for school because I had a test first period. He told me that he and Coy already discussed it, but wanted to make sure it was OK with me. I told them I wouldn't mind but I would need a few more minutes to get ready first. When we left, I really couldn't believe it was happening. Me in the truck with the man that just fucked me twelve hours before. How could I be so lucky. I leaned over and touched Coy's hard cock through his pants, I think it really. There was another cushioned chair, this one looking somewhat more comfortable, beside the far end of the dresser. Beyond that was a stand to hang clothes and a counter with a sink in it with a large mirror hung over it. Just to the left of the sink, was the small bathroom with a toilet and a bathtub shower in it.Peter held open the door and allowed Angie to go in first, and then followed her in and closed the door."Your decision. Which bed do you want?" he asked."I'll take this one," Angie.