‘What are you doing here?’ She finally came out with. Elsa had regained her good humor by then. ‘Well hello to you, my darling niece. Graham had...to go to a conference here in town and I thought I’d tag along, maybe see the only family I got left.’ She turned to me. ‘I feel like ice cream. Want some?’ What ten year old doesn’t like ice cream. She took my hand and looked at mom. ‘Coming, Carol?’ Mom was speechless again when she saw the limo. For a woman that had been all over the world, she. " Sherry's presence finally registered, and she trailed off.There was a tense pause, and stormclouds gathered on both women's faces. "Who is she?" the other one demanded frostily."Uh, honey, this is..." Best Man fumbled for words."I'm Sherry." She smiled. "I was just leaving." It didn't mollify them. She had seen hints of this before. Women tended to get defensive of their men in her presence. Though, certainly, the present circumstances didn't help."What the fuck is she doing here?" Mrs. Best. Panic set in as she felt Emma slide across to the other nipple. Her long blonde hair brushed across her shoulder, the clean, healthy smell of chlorine and shampoo wafting up to trigger a million mental messages. She knew Emma's night-shirt had ridden up her body as the heat from the girl's stomach and legs warmed her thighs."Oh Emma!" she sobbed, grabbing the girl forcibly by the arms. She pushed her down against the pillow making her squeal. Lauren sat up, towering over her as she stared into. ..No denying it! Hisimage shouted sex. "These boots are incredible looking" Jim thought tohimself. Just then, a strange thought came into Jim's head. "If my legshad given the delivery man a boner earlier, just think the state he wouldget into seeing me wearing these boots together with the rest of myoutfit." As Jim giggled and stared lustfully at his own reflection withinthe mirror, almost automatically, the heel of his right hand startedpressing against his girlish crotch. As he gazed at his.