"Megan, call Patrick's Dad. He will see your name on the caller ID and he will answer your call." All the girls laughed as I blushed. "Tell him to get...over here, right now. Lie if you have to. Tell him we have Patrick on the phone if you have to. Just get him over here." I smiled slightly; Samantha was in charge! I had been waiting for a long time for her to become a member of this family!"Amy, Cindi, one of you call the Secretary of State, the other the Secretary of Defense. They gave you. I’ve never done some shit like that before.” “Like I said, I haven’t either. But we might as well try somethin’ instead of just beatin’ our shit alone.” I thought it over for a quick second before asking, “You were about to take a shower and jackoff in there, right?” “Yeah.” “Cool. Let’s take one together and see if we could start some shit in there. If it’s too weird then we could stop.” “Alright, bet. Wait, which shower we gonna use? The one you share with Devon or the one me and Gary use?”. He's even got that sandy hair, blonde, sort of. And Susan, she's BLONDE blonde!I'd sometimes wish I had that color hair, you know because Mom always tried to be blonde because she said it was every man's preference, but Mom was just so wrong about that. I met my Dan and he tells me that my red hair is like a fetish to him. I giggle every time he says that and tell him he's weird and then I revel in him wrapping me in strong arms and loving me and I know that I can smile and shake my head and he. Munching on the tacos, Mark watches the 17 year old girl dance in thearcade and he admires how swiftly she moves across the dance pad. Hermovements are fluid, but there's an edge to them. He finds himselfadmiring her skinny, body, wrapped tightly in black pants withfashioned holes that reveal nothing and her sleeve less black top. Atfive foot, her barely b-cup breasts bounce and sway slightly in hertight top. The girl's face is smooth, red lip stick, and dark eyeshadow marks her eyes. Her hair.