I poured myself some coffee thankful that the coffee maker actually worked, or more so that I had remembered to actually put water and fresh coffee gr...unds. I made me a cup and added my sugar and cream and sipped it enjoying the flavor.Then I heard a knock a light knock at the door. I swore if it was those damn kids across the hall again I was going to kill them. It wasn’t that I didn’t like children but those were damn hell spawns across the street. I sighed when I heard a knock again. Guess. I was trembling, I tried to recall what I had offered or agreed to if I was wrong about this. Oh fuck did I really offer to suck them all off?, well if I did Mark wouldn't allow it, would he?I looked at my drink, somebody had brought me another double vodka, I quickly drank it down and stood up to go and fetch another, I was a bit unsteady on my feet and Mark caught me."Where are you going?" he asked, "Oh just to the bar for another vodka" Sit down and save your strength" he said "you are going. I hated Erika, I hated her for the way she treated me and my dad (like an ill behaved child and a cash machine respectively), for the way she tried to act the mother when my dad was around and for treating the house I grew up in like her own private fiefdom. At the same time though I lusted after her; bitch or not she was beautiful, older than me she was still young at just twenty six and her body was wound tight by exercise with very pert if not overly large breasts. Being 5, 6” she was a few. Was it possible that the probing tentacles could detect her sexual arousal? She had to admit that the tentacles wriggling between her thighs were having an effect, getting her juices flowing again.Gemma was glad of the protection her bikini provided. It was a proper one, made of a strong material, designed for swimming, not the flimsy sort designed to fall off at the tug of a string. It fitted her body firmly and tightly, and had moulded itself perfectly to her contours, which her boyfriend.