“Way to play it cool, stud.”“I know, right? So anyhow, fucking Evie, so cool butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, acting all innocent and concer...ed but as soon as I catch my breath she’s got her hand on my junk again. I did better this time, but pretty soon she’s working my zipper down and pulling my cock out so she can fondle me under the table. I’m sweating bullets by then.”My friends seemed to be enjoying my memory of that fraught and potentially disastrous situation far too much, laughing so. I wasbathed and made up in the most slutty of make-up. An hour later I wasled back down stairs wearing a pair of the most pretty shocking pink netpanties, a baby doll nightie made of the same material but edged withwhite fur, shocking pink 4' mules with a furry top, hold up pinkstockings and a sheer white peignoir. It reached all the way to thefloor and swayed as I walked down stairs.Inga had told me to go down stairs, knock on the living room door, waitto be told to enter and then present. He still had inches left and he meant to hide them all in her.“You’re a shameful little slut,” He slapped her on the cheek, and she whimpered. “You embarrass me and your mother, and you still want to choke on my cock.”“I never get tired being your little cum-dumpster. Nothing feels better than when you take advantage of me, when you use my tits or holes however you want.” She said, slipping him back into her mouth and down her throat.Rick groaned as the last inches of his sizable member. Kylie fixed herself a microwave dinner and grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge. Sipping on her Pepsi she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Lying on the table was a photo album of her and Stephan. She grabbed it and fumbled through the pictures. They were of her and Stephan growing up, tossing the pages as she looked at them, she stopped at a picture from high school. It was of them at their senior prom. They had so much fun together. When they were little they promised each.