“So far so good faggot, but now comes the big test.” He spun her around to face him, unwrapped the bungee cord around his wrist and tied it around...his waist, then lifted and placed her ass on the edge of the balcony. He kissed her deep and passionately as she wrapped her arms and legs around his muscular back. He continuously demanded her allegiance to him.“Who owns this ass now slut?”“You do Drill Daddy.”“Say that shit louder.” He ordered. “Who owns this ass now bitch, is this ass my uncle’s. But even though I won’t masturbate, I’ll hold myself and enjoy the feeling until the alarm clock makes me get up. Stirring, you move over against me, your butt pushing up against me. I turned to face you, our bodies spoon together, your butt against my crotch, my arm wrapped around you. Your hair tie lies useless on the bed. I don’t know why you always use it, it never stays in. Your hair spills over your pillow, tickling my nose, filling me with your scent. The aroma of yesterday’s Euphoria. I quickly took a a sip and it felt good. I made myself comfortable on her couch while she sat on the lounge chair with one leg dangling on its left arm giving me a clear view of her pussy. I wanted to reach out and grab it so bad I took a bigger sip of the lemonade. "So", I said, "nice weather we're having." "Really? I haven't noticed. I've been home. “Damn that hot.” he muttered, under his breath.Jackson looked up at him in surprise. “Dad?”“What?”“That’s Miley in there.”“Yeah?”“Just making sure you knew.”The three guys stood outside the window, looking in on Miley and Lily and feeling the blood flow to each of their cocks.“Yo guys what’s going on?” Came a fourth voice.Robby Ray turned around and saw Oliver standing in the doorway to the house, with his guitar slung over one shoulder. Not bothering with words, Robby gestured for Oliver to.