Once I drank the tea I was going to get out of there and return when she was gone and her mom was home. Rachel came back into the room and she had a t...ll glass in each hand. But instead of returning to the couch she passed by me though she did turn her pretty face my way.“Talking about my bat mitzvah got me thinking Bryan. I still have the pictures from it on my computer. Do you want to see?”When she asked me this she had such a hopeful look on her face that I was unable to turn her down. It. Whatever she had come out to his place for was less important than her cellphone, and she was hunched over it busily scrolling through some social media or another. Thank god for the bad posture that left her leaning slightly over her phone, her deep cleavage staring back at him. He watched a drop of sweat roll down from her neck and come to rest on top of her boob. How much would he give to lick it off of her plush breast and ravage her then and there? Despite his seemingly infinite lust for. Come here. Roll over.” The dog obeyed every command perfectly, awaiting it’s next instruction with perked ears. “Here’s the real test.” Brian said. He had been working with Petra all her life on this, and the dog had always failed. He called the dog and made her sit at his side. “Stay.” he commanded, then tossed a tennis ball across the room. Petra followed it with her eyes, and nearly bolted after it, but his hand on her ruff was enough to her. He praised her greatly and gave her. Onatah kissed both of us on the mouth and enjoyed our soapy hands washing her flesh.“Where’s Claude?” I teased Onatah, though I could guess.“Oh, he’s out and about somewhere. Always an early riser, that one! Not that I mind, except when I want to snuggle up a little longer with someone. I did ... for a little bit. With Nate and Bonnie. They never seem to mind it. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m happy as a clam, being Claude’s moon-mate. He’s wonderful. Just a bit more of a morning person than me..