We didn’t even attend the NFL game together. She didn’t want her parents thinking that she was considering marrying me. Evie felt a bit sad at not...getting to make a run at Daphne’s what was under Daphne’s industrial strength pantyhose, but sacrifices have to be made for the greater good, so there you go.Having dodged a tax bullet while making a butt-load of money, Deirdre, Evie and I headed to Wellington Castle in Scotland to relax for a few months and consider what to do next. We had spent. Not kind of, she was every bit white trash. But she was so hot. Divorced, Bleach blonde, cutoff jean shorts, tan pantyhose, halter top, fake tits and all. I stole so many things from her. At the time I was as small as she was so all of her clothes fit perfect. Anyway back to it. I would go by their house all the time and hang out even if nobody was home. It was just that kind of place. This went on for a couple of years. Then she brought home a guy to live with them. He seemed like a loser. But. He got up and grabbed another couple of beers… I think I forgot that I wanted to leave and took the one he offered me as he sat down next (really next) to me. He grabbed the remote and asked if I wanted to watch some videos. Not knowing what videos he wanted to show, I just nodded. He hits play on the remote and the screen lights up. It looks like a porno… but I wasn’t really looking. As the movie started, I noticed that Kyle was right up against me and had actually put his arm around me. . ." Oh no, Blade, you aren't blaming this on me," Becky said as she pushed me off of her and rolled out of the bed and stood beside it, running her finger through her shaved smooth slit feeling the leakage. "The first time I let you in and you give me a fucking creampie, that lasted only, what, twenty seconds? Damn, if I had wanted that, I could have creamed myself!"I wanted to laugh, but Becky stormed off to the bathroom and slammed the door. Truth was, it was her. I had never had that problem.