Once back in her typical attire she seemed oblivious to anything unusual that may have happened. Such a response isn't unheard of. In fact, it's prett... common. Our brains are really good at ignoring things that just don't fit into our worldview. And Chani's mind, "time to work" Chani specifically, seemed happy just to pretend that the "time to play" Chani didn't even exist.Having observed and contemplated all these events over the past few days, I was very much looking forward to getting Chani. The kitchen was on the right. It was fair-sized and had enough room for a small dinette set.Down the hall a little further was an alcove with two doors facing each other. The one you could see from the front door led down to the basement where the washer and dryer were. It was a huge area with a low ceiling. In the months to come I would wind up practicing soccer and my martial arts down there. The door facing the basement door was a coat closet.The living room was big with a door to the back. "Slowly, hesitantly, Carly moved to the big man. I bit my tongue, dreading what I was going to have to watch."Turn around bitch," Turk commanded, "and get closer." He stepped up behind Carly until his prominent erection was wedged against her ass."I ain't had nothing like you since I got out of stir, bitch," he said as he stuck his hand down Carly's blouse and hefted one of her big, milk-swollen tits. "I bet you like it rough, don't you?" Carly flinched but he grabbed her arm with his other. Aaron was kneeling at the edge of the table. He then placed both her thighs on his respective shoulder.“You have 20 minutes, be quick,” Jenny groaned impatiently.Like a baby, he ate every piece of strawberry from the tip to the end of her cunt. He could feel her pussy getting warmer. Extending his tongue, he licked the cream on her upper pussy, around her pussy skin, and just below her pussy.He left just a thin vertical trail of cream right between her pussy lips. It looked like vanilla cream.