While I thought I saw that she was wearing a dress, sandals and leggings. I asked her to buy something good that we were able to share in the evening ... while I stroked her legs with one hand and told her how beautiful and sexy I felt when I stroked her legs. " You really like when I'm wearing it ," said Linn. I got out of me a " mmm " to reply. She stood and looked a bit tricky at me a moment before she said she would fetch something to me before she went.When she came back , I can see she has. Later that night, there was a knock on Oksana’s door. Oksana had her nose buried in a history book for the next day lecture, so she didn’t bother to get up. ‘Come in!’ As the door creaked open, Oksana saw Leon poke his head in. ‘LEON!’ Oksana quickly began to try to cover herself up. She had only been in a pair of boyshort panties and a her bra with her bathrobe open. ‘Oksana…oh god! I’m sorry!’ Leon covered his eyes as he entered the room and shut the door quickly behind him. ‘No, it’s ok, I. Liam had asked whether I would be home for my birthday and had passed on the word to Mom that yes, I would indeed be home. I think of Chicago as home but that’s not the way the mother of an unmarried son under thirty sees it. Until thirty, home is where Mom lives, in his old bedroom with the posters on the bedroom wall and the model airplanes hanging from the ceiling. Mom was expecting me in Milwaukee and I needed to be in Chicago, to rescue Amy. Shit! Liam was messing me up even when he didn’t. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another route."I've said it once, and I'll say it again. This place is fuckin' dope."Not to mention, other people can also add their own branch to one of our stories, or.