"Could you see if my husband's ready to see me?" Julie asked impatiently. She'd had enough of the woman's prying. Julie knew that Bertha had hoped to ...arry Jim before she came along. After having fucked her son hours earlier and having met Paul Brown, Julie was sorry that Bertha hadn't won."Go right inside, Mrs. Hoover. Jim-I mean, Mr. Hoover will see you now," Bertha said with authority.When Julie opened the door, she saw that Jim was obviously worried about something. Normally he was joking. “Why?” I asked back. “I don’t know,” Betty replied. “it’s just that I haven’t been with anyone and I don’t know if guys find me attractive or not.” I reassured Betty she was a very beautiful and sexually attractive young lady. “How old are you?” I asked. “I just turned eighteen a month ago,” Betty replied, before she added, “I just wish guys would do more than stare at me.” “Maybe,” I replied, “They’re intimidated by your good looks and charm.” I stayed quiet as we approached the. She ran her right hand through his brown hair."Oh, come on," Veronica said. "It could be worse you know." Yeah," Kevin said. "How?" Well you could have been kidnapped by a gang of over sexed gay men, who would fuck you up the ass," Veronica smiled.Tammy and Suzette laughed but Kevin, turning red in the face, just looked at Veronica with anger in his eyes."Instead you got kidnapped by three beautiful black vixens," Veronica continued. "So consider yourself lucky." Thanks," Kevin said. It's delicious," I remarked.It was 1 p.m. All three of us were seated in the well-lit living room. J and V occupied the pink sofa, looking at me across the mahogany coffee table. Its glass top reflected their faces, the wall-mounted painting of Sappho, and a part of the floriated drapery that dimmed the sunlight. The ceramic flower vases around, the fancy wall lights, and the beige floral wallpaper always suggested that these girls took pains to beautify their house."Yes. Like you, we love the.