I spent the rest of the morning getting ready for the barbeque. I had to go to the store to get some extra ingredients that weren't already in Grace's... fridge. I mixed up a couple extra pitchers of spice tea because I knew that Sarah liked it so much. I then marinated the chicken filets and waited for noon to arrive.At precisely noon, the doorbell rang. I answered the door, surprised to see just Brianna standing there. Brianna was a smaller and younger version of her mother. She had the same. We kissed passionately for a few minutes our tongues exploring every piece of the others mouth when she took one of my hands and moved it to her pussy. Even through her jeans it was hot and just a little moist, I rubbed a little and she pulled away from my mouth moaning a little as she pulled her shirt off. She was wearing a zebra striped bra that pushed her tits up just enough, seeing them like that made my dick twinge on her ass and she started to grind her pussy on my jean coved dick as she. “Yea yea” I said casually. “So, what shot are you gonna make?” he asked.“Not sure, probably just vodka, haha, not feeling creative!” We were both really heavily buzzed at this point.“Well we could just skip this one, but then you don't really get anything for winning.”“Well” I replied back, “how about you take a lap then,m and we’ll call it even”.“Sure, why not” as he started to strip down, seemingly a bit eager. We headed back into the den, and as we were walking it really just donned on me. When she withdrew, leaving him wide-eyed and gasping, she leaned towards his ear and whispered, “My bedroom’s at the top of the stairs on the right.” Said the spider to the fly, she thought to herself. And then lay her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes as if going to sleep.When they were in the dimly lit bedroom and he had gently lowered her onto her bed, she slowly opened her eyes like Sleeping Beauty, stretched provocatively, arching her back and then running her hands down her.