A feeling that she had a very precious gift no one could ever take away. As she moved back from the library to her bedroom she was again filled with ...adness. What a terrible emotional rollercoaster. She walked into the room, shut the door, locked it behind her, and collapsed on the bed. Tiredness had just caught up with her. All night she and Scott had been very uncomfortably wrapped together in the back seat of his car. Neither had slept more than just a couple very little cat naps as they. “Oh for fuck’s sake, someone help me out here,” she implored in frustration.To her surprise it was the demure Sumita, who knelt down on the floor, scooped the creamy white froth off Rob’s cappuccino with her fingers and smeared it over Sandra’s wet cunt, flicking her clit in sideways strokes, whilst her other hand cupped Rob’s heavy balls, pushing him deeper into her oily arse. The circle of women had moved closer, all staring at Rob’s massive cock pounding into Sandra, whilst her heavy tits. She sure as shitdidn't get there by answering payphones. But with her car gone bellyup, her cell battery gone south, she'd had no choice but to step into the boothon 32 nd and Park Avenue?not to call a cab or otherwise get a ride, but tomake a teleconference on time. Business doesn't wait?not if you wantto stay on top. One look at her closed, wary face would tell anyone that ?ontop' is the only position Janet Rollins knows. ?Hello?? Her voice irritated now, as much with herself as with the. And then she was gone.As I sat in the kitchen, spreading creamcheese on my bagels, I listened to the occasional splash from the pool and mulled over what had just happened. Although my cousin hadn't actually slapped my face, she had retreated moments later, and whilst her own face had looked slightly flushed, that could as easily have been anger as excitement. And anyway, what the hell was I expecting to happen? That we'd suddenly rip our clothes off and fuck each other senseless right in front.