When they packed their stuff Claire shook her head. "Do you know that stuff?" Have to," Deirdre answered her shoulders hunched again. "That's somethin... I'll need for certain." Are you planning on being a Math major?" No, but Science, Biology." Say, didn't I see you yesterday? Where are you rooming?" Cedar, but only since last week." Oh, I'm Cedar, too. Why'd you change?" Didn't get along with my last roomy." Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm rooming with Marge Foxworth. She's all about partying. The doctor said nothing."What? What is it? What's wrong? Did I grow a third arm or something?No one answered. They just stared.Calling to the butler, I asked for a mirror. With a trembling hand, Edmond (the ancient butler who had served our family for as long as I could remember) passed me my mother's pearl and diamond inlayed mirror. I wondered what I was about to see.I too could not believe what my eyes were telling me. I told Edmond to bring me a brandy, immediately. I needed a drink, and. . and then she groaned in anticipation as she felt the slick tip of her brother’s dick press up against the tiny pucker of her ass. Still riding Bobby’s cock, she bent forward slightly, the tresses of her blonde hair brushing against her exhilarated little brother’s face as she presented her ass to Adam, making it easier to fuck her bottom as she felt him clamber onto the recliner as well.“Oh, you know it ... I’m always ready for this,” Adam breathed ... and then, he eagerly pushed the head of. It’s all good. RED? PINK? BLUE? GREEN? The messages are coming too fast for me to open them, people start to look. The phone finally falls silent. It vibrates on the table – BLACK! I look around, certain my actions are attracting more attention. I open the message. Your wonderful bum fills the little screen, tight black shiny satin briefs stretched across you like they’ve been painted on. I gasp audibly. The barista looks over. I stand kind of numbly, slipping my phone into my pocket..