As Megan typed on her laptop, she strained her ear to listen. She could gear voices but couldn't make them out. Suddenly Mrs Johnson came out and went...down the hall. Megan jumped up and followed her. Standing in the doorway to her room Megan asked what was going on. Hurry dear, Mrs Johnson said as she pulled a suitcase from the closest and started packing it. In tears Megan begged, what's going on. Your mother's on the phone with your aunt Ann. You're going to have to stay with her for a while.. Since that can smells bad if your don’t wash it often. “ I explain. “That includes underarm, neck, ears and nose .”Mitch do the same and showing it to her little sister as a model.My cock is now standing up again as I watch them soaping their naked young body. Mitch's butt is so sexy and pretty to watch that I wish I was masturbating that moment. “My eyes Tito Ken! ,…huhuhu,…” Jolienne whinning almost crying when a drop of hair conditioner flow to her eyes. I quickly pour water to her head. Just to meet him and if I didn’t want to go ahead with anything that was fine. He would be there, he would look after me, and if I was uncomfortable with the situation we would stop it there and then. Going to meet them both at Michael’s house (his wife was away), I was excited and nervous. When he embraced me in a hug and then turned to introduce me to Chris, I am sure I was flushed and awkward. Once in the lounge, Michael poured us all a glass of wine and after a few sips my nervousness. There were no marks on his chest. He looked to the boulder; no gouges there either. Sighing, he got up, and resumed the hunt.~~Otrera~~She really wished she was bigger, big like that huge beast of muscle, Chimera. Then she could break her bonds, squash ‘Darian’ in his sleep or something, and get back to the mainland. She’d been reduced to a prisoner. Her! Queen Otrera of the Amazons. A gods damn prisoner.If only Chimera hadn’t proved to be so damn resilient. If only Gallea hadn’t saved Medusa..