She usually isn't this childish, guess she really cares about her privacy. "Chris is having to sleep in the living room, and I don't hear him complain...ng. Your brother is the only one really getting the short stick, here, so be happy. Most families don't have this many bedrooms in the first place, it won't hurt us to help out Debbie, Jessica and Allison for a week or two. Their house was hit by a damned tornado, and like it or not family takes care of family. That's final.", mom sternly. We had plenty of company on the trail, it was crowded with families and couples. We reached an overlook after two kilometers. People posed for photographs along the railing or sat on wooden benches. I looked at a map display. ‘Let’s try to find a way that’s not so crowded,’ Sasha suggested and I agreed. I spotted one marked ‘Difficult.’ ‘That ought to give us some room.’ We found the sign that marked this trail and began our ascent. There were far fewer steps on this trail and we often had. She would never have allowed them to make her their personal toy and company whore.The words toy and whore made me wince — even just thinking them.But — on the other hand — she had untied my ropes, so we could escape. That must have been pure Myriam. It proved she still could withstand Estelle, did it not? I clung to that thought until I saw the first lights of Manhattan. It was about 3 a.m. when we at last drove into the parking garage under my apartment building. Erica had long since. I had the best view of her light brown puckered asshole and her neatly trimmed pussy lips. She stood and faced me smiling. She than took the string bikini bottom and straightened out the strings before stepping into it. She tied the sides and then grabbed the front and back at the same time adjusting it up into her pussy and ass properly. She tightened those strings and reached for her top. I watched as she struggled to get into it and offered to help her. She accepted my offer and turned.