Her ass is to die for. It’s even better than mine!” Jaimee looked at Jessica’s ass, then her own, “She is right.” “Yes, Mark, I would so f...ck her if I could. But I don’t know her preferences. No, I won’t rape her.” She laughed, and started playing with her pussy. “Look, guys, It’s almost 7, she will be here soon.” She put her clothes on, and turned everything off, going downstairs, waiting. Jaimee was shocked at everything she just heard. Jaimee was scared of going over, but decided to. She. In some ways, like most innocent girls, I was naive and curious and the added phase of now in my puberty, my body and mental health was all over the place.My f******nth birthday saw my brother give me an alarm clock, the hint about my inability to get on time went down a laugh, and it was placed on the dresser at the foot of my bed.Life went on behind my closed bedroom door as I grew up. Little did I know my every move was being monitored by that clock.My brother had a mentor, down in the flat. That means that I have some seriously difficult courses. I'm a freshman congresswoman. I'm an owner in a rather large company. I make movies, recordings, and give concerts. I have to make a commercial for the Super Bowl this coming weekend, and I'm co-hosting the Academy Awards in a couple of weeks. I simply have no time for baseless accusations. As usual, Mr. Hardy offered conjecture and misinformation, but nothing factual. I really can't be bothered. Now, please excuse me," finished Gwen.. “You aren’t interested?”“Of course I am!” He said, then cleared his throat, trying to rein in his eagerness, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, “Err, I am, yes, but.. Why?”“You get me. You know? I don’t just mean at work, you aren’t just doing the work I’m telling you to.. If I have a tough report, you’ll not only help me however you can with it, but you’ll bring me a drink, you’ll make me smile to keep my spirits. You’ll make me feel better about it, and myself. That and I don't really get.