There were no parties going on, so I knew I would be good to go. I hung out until about 6:30, when I showered, threw on a pair of shorts and a tee-shi...t, yelled to my mom that I would be babysitting next door until the next day, and left. I headed in through the back door, since it is always open, and met Amanda in the kitchen. She looked HOT! A strapless green dress that hung to just below her knees, just a touch of makeup, and hair flowing down her back in soft curls, and my mouth was. “J.J., I’m NOT doing a threesome! What kind of girl do you think I am, anyway…?” Emma declares emphatically, finally turning around to face the stud. “Okay, never mind…” J.J. replies, backing off for the moment. Emma obviously isn’t too upset with their conversation, though; soon, the giggling girl is leading the stud into her house and his tool will spurt 5 times deep inside her during an intense afternoon of fucking... “I knew I was playing with fire when I invited you into the pool last. Always asleep yet never feeling its warm embrace completely I am left tired and worn. This cold has me regressing back to my days of an infant. I feel helpless and needy as the third and worst day drags on. Men are horrible when they are ill and on this third day I am one of those men, useless and sucky. My wife laughs a tiny laugh as she sees me typing away watching the sinus tears travel down my cheeks. I know what she is thinking because she had the same cold just a week ago and for some. Before we can leave, it seems we must say something to everyone. I sigh and hold back my impatience. Catherine goes off to talk with some of the young defenders while Diana jokes with Cousin Mints. I can see Clade trying to wave me over, but I choose to ignore him."Now Chronos," Clade says as he makes he way over to me. "There ain't no call for you to be so cold. I'm just trying to be friends. Like you asked us." The offer of friendship was for all of the Killmick, not just you Clade." I say.