She sighed, then retrieved her ID from her back pocket in a smooth, fluid motion. “Check it, I’m legal.” He looked - true enough, she just turne... 18 two days ago. “Look, it’s hard to tell these days. Girls, they uh... Y’know. So, uh... You wanna come in?” What the fuck am I doing? “Thought you’d never ask.” She casually pushed past him and sauntered into his living room with the kind of insolent confidence that only a teenager could have. He closed the door and took a deep breath. Calm down,. We had girls, and women, all over us, wanting us to fuck them and fuck them we did, and sometimes even together.But we’re getting off topic here. Our conquest began subtly. With little sexual innuendoes here and there. Scaring off potential boyfriends. Walking shirtless or with hard-ons. And then it became heavier. Leaving our cum in her panties. Barging in on her when she’s in the shower. Leaving our doors wide open whenever we had one of our girls over. While all this was happening, she kept. "I was trying to not look directly at whoever might be behind the wheel ofany of these vehicles, but I glanced over and saw that a red Lexus hadindeed braked for us. I held on to my purse and skittered across thestreet as quickly as I could in my pumps, remembering to make smallsteps, with Lisa right behind me. With a delicious shifting of my skirtlining, I stepped up onto the sidewalk and caught my breath.I heard a bell tingling, and looked over to see an older woman coming outof Hot Nails. . ’ ‘What is your name?’ I asked. ‘Marcinda,’ She said softly as she crossed her leg and began to bounce her foot. I gasped. Immediately I thought back to the service manual inside of the clock. I could feel my heart race and I felt panicky. ‘Oh my god, what if I am stuck in here.’ ‘Mar, Marcinda…Stevens?’ I asked in a state of shock. ‘Yes,’ she said softly. I looked back at the grandfather clock and into my family room before looking back at her. I couldn’t believe what I was experiencing. I.