S I continued to stare at the door to the bathroom that Cloe had just gone through, I could still hear my sister laughing at me. Then I heard her shar... intake of breath, oh crap she'd obviously gotten to my deep thoughts of Cloe, I told my sister a little more forceful than I meant to. She wrapped her arms tightly around him.He looked to Brent; perhaps for permission. Brent was smiling, so that was good enough. Turning back to Emma, he licked her chin.“Who’s a good boy? Bruiser, Bruiser’s a good boy!” Emma said in her best baby-talk voice. “Does Daddy have a blanket of Bruiser’s he can get me?” she said. The question was directed at Brent, but she aimed it at Bruiser, keeping the same ‘goo-goo-gaa-gaa’ tone.“Yeah, sure!” Brent said. He dashed for his bedroom and returned. Every once in a while, I semi-sat just below her awesome ass, but never put my full weight down on her. From this position, I was able to reach all over her back, shoulders and up over her head with my amateur massage strokes. I worked on her back, shoulders and neck muscles for a few more minutes. Then, I moved my hands down her back and outwards along her sides. When I ran them up over her long, lean oblique muscles, Kaleigh let me know she hadn’t fallen asleep by softly moaning at the. Long, smooth, creamy-colored legs.Just then, the bartender returns with your drink. "Cheers," he utters with an air of sarcasm. "Asshole," you fire back, under your breath, but perhaps loud enough to be audible.But before you can pick up the shot glass containing the horrid mixture, the young lady in the leopard-skin top grabs the glass and downs the contents in one quick gulp. She looks in your direction and lets out a soft giggle, like a ten-year old who'd just eaten a worm on a dare. The.