The downstairs had been remodeled before they bought it. This included a modern kitchen with a small breakfast nook. The former music room had been ma...e into a master bedroom with an attached bath. The living room, sun room and dining room had also been modernized. The upstairs was a mess. Where they had envisioned four rooms with private baths there existed six bedrooms that had not changed since the early 1900’s. There was a single bath with antiquated plumbing. Walls had to be taken out and. "How did you do that", she asked. "It's easy, silly", Trixie said. "I am a pixie, after all. Now, please fuck me." She walked over to Cadence, her large tits bouncing with each step. Her pussy was perfectly smooth, little more than a dripping slit between her legs.And the smell coming off of Trixie was intoxicating. It brought out something primal in Cadence, the same feeling she had experienced yesterday when fucking Kelly. Cadence sat forward suddenly and grabbed Trixie's hair, yanking her. She undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt. Kneeling, she removed his shoes and sox as he sat up and removed his shirt. He lifted his butt to allow room to slide off his pants. He sat naked. Suzy stood between his knees as he alternately suckled her nipples and buried his face in her magnificent cleavage. He leaned back to unbutton her skirt before sliding it and her panties down. She trotted them off her ankles. Mr. Clark resumed his facial inventory. Mr. Clark was quite. His cheerfulness only made her feel worse. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at eight."Betty clutched the phone tightly to her breast. "Oh my gosh, I lost!" she whispered. The humiliation of being escorted home by a police car had made this horrible fact slip her mind! "But that wasn't my fault! I was winning!" I never thought you would be the type to go back on a deal!" he said rather stiffly."Wait!" Betty thought fast. "I'm in real hot water right now. My parents took away my driving privileges..