"Nah, I'm fucking with you. It was pretty bad."I grabbed the pillow beside my head and chucked it at her face. She squealed when it made contact. "Was...his girlfriend still there?" Girlfriend?" She fake gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth to further the act. I reached for the pillow my head laid on, and she quickly apologized. "Sorry, sorry! Yes, she was. But the bitch was just as drunk as you were, so I doubt she'd remember anything as well." That's reassuring." I said sarcastically, before. My cock felt like it was going to break the sewn seams of my pants it so wanted to get out and into that pink slit now spread in front of me.“Well, are you going to help me out or not?” Franziska smiled and asked.To tell the truth, as much as I wanted to fuck Franziska, I was lost. Yes, the director told me to keep her pussy wet, but in all actuality, Franziska could do that herself, even though my cock was ready to do so. Plus, it was difficult knowing Sasha was non-responsive on the floor and. Kylie appeared oblivious to her exposed breast as the two girls giggled and talked about the fun they would have while Evan was away. Katie spent several moments looking at her sister-in-law's exposed breast, licking her lips, before reaching out and pulling the material back in place."Well we have some exciting news too!" interrupted a heavy Georgia accented voice. The voice belonged to Hope, the young wife of Elizabeth's second son.Jack had spent most of his life being not quite as smart, not. I wrote this story for her - we couldn't have "a real thing" because of our partners at the time, but instead we had Lisa and Layla! It's the first story I wrote, years ago, and I don't think this is my best, but it's a start here at Lush, so feel free to critique it as you like! ------------------------------------------ ‘Do you like caramel ice cream?’ Lisa shouted to Layla from the kitchen. Layla felt light headed from the evenings events. As she lay strewn on the sofa she could smell.