"Hi Kathy," Tina said. "was Julie a good girl this time?" A princess," Ken replied, remembering how Julie had demanded he repeathis good-night story ...o less than seven times, each time with moreelaborate details. "Where's Mr. Johnson?" Ken sat down in the loveseatby the fireplace and tucked his legs up underneath. The room was dark.Ken pulled his sweater a bit tighter, feeling chilled.Tina snorted, "Brian? Oh, I'm sure he's at work... work, work, workingaway. God knows why." Well, he must have. Good work. You found the one guy so believing in your friendship that he could have literally at any time hypnotized you into being an idiot slut for him.” Ophelia moaned impulsively when I said ‘idiot slut.’ “And he didn’t. And you somehow managed to not only believe that he was entitled-”“You are entitled, Randy,” she complained.Well, that’s what I got for making her fall in lust with me without removing her hatred for me. “-but that he only ever wanted you for sex. So this is what you. "Julia obliges and picks Josie up, Hanna pulls down Josie's panties. Julia spins Josie around, bends her over onto the bed and I walk up to stand right behind Josie. I use my left hand to push on her back, shoving her into the bed spread. I use my right hand to feel her pussy, soaked to the core. I swish around her juices, pull my hand up and find a small puddle in my palm. I lick it up, drink her juices, so sweet and satisfying. I plant my meat in her and my entire shaft squeezes inside. I nodded. She kissed me softly. "Good. You needed to get that cry out." First of all," she told me, "you don't have any need to feel guilty about Cindi. She was upset, and more importantly, saw you were upset and took the opportunity to help you. It was sweet, what she did. I'm just surprised Amy wasn't in on it too. They have wanted you for years; they just knew how much you loved Elizabeth and wouldn't have tried anything, but it was bound to happen. Secondly, you've probably figured out that.