The feel of Summer’s fingertips moving across her legs sent tingles of passion through her whole body. Krista sighed heavily as Summer ran her hand... up her shins to the bottom of her knees and back down again. She loved the way Summer was paying attention to both her legs, not just one. Summer was giving both of them equal treatment. Summer reeled in the feeling of how soft and smooth Krista’s legs were. Krista’s skin felt wonderful underneath her fingertips. Summer stroked Krista’s. "You have no idea how much shit I've taken over the years with a name like Davey Jones." he said."I can pretty well imagine. You have my deepest sympathies." I smirked."Fuck you too, sir." He tossed me a brown paper bag, which I caught like a football."Get dressed and come on downstairs. We're moving again." He walked out and headed back towards the room Anya was in.Peggy leaned towards me. "I think Davey has a crush on Anya." she whispered, and giggled.I raised an eyebrow and chuckled with. The cold drops hitting the tip, and flowing down between my fingers, and to the base of my shaft as I tighten, and then loosen my grip on myself. You still in the kitchen believing that I'm fast asleep. Cooking away at the stove in nothing but your thong, and apron. You're still tingling and slightly wet from last nights adventures. Our juice's mixed together, still inside you. Depending on how you stand your thong slightly wet from the fluid that leaks out. Laying in bed I don't want to. He doesn’t even remember most of it.He’s sitting in front of the TV screen watching me encourage some high school dropout to suck down a plate of rotten pig embryos, and at the same time you’re one house away crying in shame, lube dripping off your elbow, with your finger knuckle deep up some guys ass while he’s blasting a load on your face.The difference is, at the end of the hour that guy’s life still sucks, and you’re living like you’re in a Jay Z video for the rest of your life.It’s not.