Julia wanted to reach out and smack her but kept both hands on the wheel. It was everything she could do to keep in control of the car. Finally, at lo...g last, they arrived at the house, pulled into the driveway of the stately red brick house. Julia couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. She didn’t even take her books with her as she fled to find her father. ‘Hello?’ she called, inside the front door, standing in the spacious foyer. The living room was just off to the right and she glanced. I couldn’t tell much from where she was standing, and because she had a baggy black shirt on, but I thought she might be a full-figured woman.“Jake,” I prompted, disarmed by that smile. I felt my irritation melting away.“Oh! Thank you so much!” she exclaimed, beaming as she hurried round the bar and crossed the room to offer me a hand. My suspicions about her figure appeared to be correct. She wore loose black trousers to go with the shirt, so her exact shape wasn’t obvious, but I could tell. Anything else would require his keyholder’s permission. The bulk of Darcy’s strange would be cock, not cunt or ass. This was the role that he wanted, after all, that of a sissy cuck wimp, right?“Fuck, Jess ... this is sooo good!” I shouted as I plowed my sister (technically stepsister, but who’s counting?) from behind.“And to think that you thought that I didn’t like you,” Jessica teased me a little more about my complete misreading of her.“I’m a guy. We suck at reading women, most of us,” I. . ummmm so nice." She stepped back, dazed, blinking herself out of her stupor. "You want to try, Patsy?"Patsy felt their eyes on her, waiting, challenging. She took a deep breath. "Why not? I've got plenty of tit for him." She giggled nervously. "Then will you tell me who broke your cherries and what that wonderful stuff was?" I told you," Ellen said. "Cloud is the culprit. He's our official cherry buster."Patsy ignored the other girls for a moment. If they wanted to tease, to hell with them..