"Almost," she said, but turned around to greet us.Scott turned back to me. "Sarah, this is my wife Connie. Connie, this isSarah Carerra, her agent Don...Campbell, and his wife Linda." Pleased to meet you, ma'am," I said, taking the hand she offered me ingreeting. "The pleasure is mine," she said with a wink. "You look absolutelystunning."Well, I guess I wasn't completely over my blushing ordeal. I could feelthe heat rising once again."I'm sorry," she said seeing my embarrassment. "But you aren't. "I only use this room for my clothes - and just in case we have an overnight visitor - the rest of the time dad and I take turns with who we fuck and where we spend the night." Well," Sally said with obvious reluctance, "now that I know the truth I guess I can forgive you. It's obvious Lynn knew what she was doing when she seduced you. Did you really buy into her story about teaching you to fuck so you'd know how to fuck me?" I wasn't exactly thinking straight at the time," Leroy pointed out as. I heard the toilets door swing open. I looked up. The grafitti on the cubicle walls was brought to my attention. Many cocks and “…… is a slut” etc. I followed the “artwork” around the cubicle until I came to something I really should have noticed before now. A large hole cut in the left hand wall of the cubicle leading into the next cubicle down. “Holy fuck!” I let out. I thought to myself “Are you kidding? A glory hole?!” I thought about leaving but what I had forgot about was my hand was. The rising cumulus clouds raised the usual potential for a late afternoon thunderstorm.The uniformed limousine driver greeted them as he took control of their suitcases: “Miss Taylor and Miss Emerson, what a pleasure to have you both with us. Just let me put these in the trunk and I’ll be right with you for the door.”A few seconds later, the driver opened the door, and Kat started to enter.“BRAD!”Amber followed, “Brad, what are you doing here?”As the girls sat on either side of the handsome.