So it’s not a phone call. Maybe someone’s at the door?”Brittany walks back in. “Now where were we?” And then we see Erin follow Brittany int... her bedroom. Erin’s wearing a dress that comes down mid-thigh. Vanessa sounds worried and angry. “Erin, what are you doing there?” We see the girls talking. Erin shows the phone message to Brittany and points out the window towards the telescope. “No, Erin, what are you doing?” Erin waves at the telescope. Then Brittany waves tentatively. They continue. You don't really expect me to do that, do you? I'm a guest!"He replied, "Brenda's doing it as we speak." He paused so she could get a very good look at what Brenda was doing.Indeed, not only was Brenda stroking his throbbing pole, but once she'd heard him say that she was about to be replaced, she stopped doing anything else, and turned her attention to stroking him with both hands while rubbing her great tits against his chest. She was hoping against hope to get him to cum before she had to. I started the music through my earphones and hit the drum with the mallet. Man! It made a big sound. The whole house seemed to shake. The boys put their hands over their ears in shock. I moderated exactly how hard I hit the drum.I’d followed the tempo for only about thirty seconds when I heard a chime from nearby. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see Kate entering the room to my beat, clinking together finger cymbals. I almost dropped the mallet. God, she’s gorgeous.. "He just didn't seem into it." she said as she walked into the room with 2 plates with piles of hot and creamy pasta, bread and some side salads. I looked up at her and realized she still looked so beautiful. My mother was over 50, 5'5", 190 lbs. She had a gentle round face and almond, hazel eyes. She had long chestnut brown hair that fell to her middle back. Her eye brows had been shaped recently. Her small nose sat perfectly above thick, pouty lips that she had put deep red lipstick on. Hint.