Penny no longer felt inhibited about openly staring at her, and longed to touch her soft, young body all over. Sophie asked if she could come back in,...and stepped through the curtain with a selection of garments."Oh good," she said, looking them both over. Then paying particular attention to Phoebe she commented, "Interesting; your breasts are quite a bit larger than they seemed when you were dressed. Very nice!"She put out her hand and cupped one of Phoebe's tits. "Very nice," she said again.. My mind is furious and yet I sit, waiting, listening, not hearing, but hearing all the same: the wind, the creaking, the furnace now and then. Then finally, my heart pounding its rhythm into a crescendo, as I hear the third step, many minutes later. I am up. On my feet. No weapon at hand, I find an umbrella; good for rain, but a poor choice for phantoms. At my door I listen. Listen for any telltale sounds. Nothing but the sounds of the house and wind. Who, who could be in my house? Did I lock. I casually moved round to the other side of his desk with my fag dangling to the side and went down on my knees and began to unzip his pants to reveal a huge mushroom shaped helmet glowing as red and shiny. It wasn’t long before I had it in my mouth and was licking it up and down his lovely shaft. Rubbing his balls and squeezing them gently I was going wild down on him, I knew he was loving it he was moaning like fuck. I could feel his hand on my head and he began to push me up and down in a. "And what?" Meredith shot back. Her anger didn't abate when Brock chuckled."Er ya fer it or agin it?" he asked in a Southern twang that sounded so ridiculous that Meredith had to laugh too."Fer it," she said. "Definitely fer it." Me, too," Brock said. "But I think you should have said 'I garen-damn-tee that I'm fer it. Or at least mixed a dad gum it in there or something." You goof," Meredith said. She didn't resist when Brock pulled her back close to him."You still didn't answer my question,".