That made more sense than cancer because Guy had cooked us shrimp etouffee and jambalaya. He had been in a snit because it was the third night in a ro... he'd had to cook.We usually split the chores down the middle, but sometimes if I'd had to work more than five hours for Mr. Duchene, I'd skip chores to practice my singing and dancing. That day, Guy had come home to find I hadn't done anything. I told him that I'd worked from nine to two for Mr. Duchene."What did you do from two 'til now?" I was. Without thinking, he raised the lid on the toilet seat, grabbed his pecker and began to take a leak. His piss was visible, but only after it got about six inches from his body. He spit into the bowl and noticed the same effect. There was absolutely no way that Jeremiah was going to watch himself shit, so he decided to have faith that the same rules applied. After all, a man has to believe in something.He willed himself visible, got dressed and went to a local Red Robin, where he ordered a. “Alright let’s do it,” Becca smiles. The three head out back and Becca gets the hot tub started as Vikki and Kelsey make out a bit. Becca joins in as the tub gets heated up. The three then, slide into the tub and get cozy with each other. “So does this all mean we are lesbians now?” Vikki asks curiously. “Hmmm, I think at least bisexual, maybe” Becca says shrugging. Vikki sits up on the edge of the hot tub spreading her legs. Kelsey smiles and slides in-between her legs and starts to lick her. Claire was grinding her hips, her legs still wide apart, her fingers tracing shapes around her nipples and squeezing the soft flesh of her tits. 'You're really turned on, aren't you, Claire', he said. 'Yes', Claire gasped. 'I tell you what', Dave said, 'we don't want you to feel frustrated ... why don't you have a little play with yourself?' This made my heart leap, and Claire couldn't help herself. Her hand moved down to her pussy and she moaned as one finger, then two, slipped inside her.