I pointed upstairs and they went up to join the others. I heard more coughing and conversation and after some time, Mr 9er came downstairs and sat on ...he sofa next to me. He was dressed in just a bathrobe and I could smell the scent of C#####e's white trash cunt on his cock and balls. He told me to stand up and walk over to the othe other side of the room so he could see how i looked. He smacked the right cheek of my ass as I stood up, and I felt the heat of the slap as I swung my sissy ass as. "Just don't want you to miss the show. Our star for the day is... Mrs. Art McGuire!" mimicked the blonde haired boy, feigning a microphone in his hand, gesturing as if on stage before a crowd, not realizing that thousands of people were indeed listening.Art shook his head, wondering what had happened to him and why. How had they prevailed on Kathy to put on this obscene exhibition--and in front of him? It was the dope, he told himself... that damned marijuana. That's what was making his dear. .. Can I have some privacy?" "No. Sorry, this stuffs been flagged to go back so I can't let it out of my sight." He gave me a wink. I turned around to take off my shirt, noticing that the mirror still allowed him to see my front. It was so kinky that I was getting turned on. I took off the shirt I was wearing and put on the blouse, revealing my purple bra holding in my 34D breasts in the process. I turned around to face him. "How's it look?" "Amazing," he said as he eyed me up and down. He. My biggest fear is that it will end up causing problems for you and me. Unfortunately, fighting against it was already causing problems that were potentially far greater for us. I want you to remember something, Joyce, in my mind, once I decided that you were the one I loved the most, you were always going to be enough for me." Kenny, this way is better for us. Brenda and I are good friends. I'm not as jealous of her. Even though she's the prettiest of all the other girls, with her, I feel like.