I ran back toward Brad bedroom. I tried every door. A closet. A office. A big pink girlie room, must be his sister bed room. I finally turned around t... run down the hall. I past the stairs again. I looked over the rail to the ground floor. I than ran down to the last door on the right again. I check the door again. Damn I had to go. I could feel the tip of my cock get wet. I turned to run down the hall. I moved to the first door. It was locked. The next room was a spare bedroom. The next door. As soon as he got in the door, hesprinted up the stairs and into his bedroom. A moment later, he had hisloafers off and was slipping those manly sized feet of his into thoseever so petite heels. Taking a quick moment to jot down the time, Bill,oblivious to just how nimbly he maneuvered while wearing such perilousfootwear, fairly dashed into the bathroom, and began to check himself outin the full-length mirror that awaited him there.Bill, who was already horny from the day-long anticipation of. Cindy picked up the soap again and walked around behind Miranda.I watched as Cindy began to rub soap over Miranda's front. Her fingersmoved slowly around her breasts, teasing her nipples, then moving on.Miranda moaned and pushed herself tightly up against Cindy, wigglingher ass as she did so. I moved to join them, grinding my pelvis againstMiranda's and feeling Cindy pushing from the back.After we'd finished soaping each other we washed our hair and finishedup in the shower. Miranda and I. “They’ll catch you and put your ass in jail!” She screamed at me. I could see there was fight left in this cat. I kicked her again, slamming my booted foot into her perky right boob this time. She curled up in a ball, crying and carrying on, “You ain’t got the right.”“Sure, I have the right. You see cunt, I make my own rights. Cops don’t care about lawn jockeys or their monkey daughters.”“You gonna die here. I promised you that,” the girl hissed at me. Her anger flashed across her nice-looking.