"Don't worry, you're good at making friends, Kylie. You'll be okay." Yeah." I said. "Are we there yet?" Not yet." Dad laughed and kept driving.I saw M...r. Cummings halfway through our tour and he saw me too. My dad had gone to work, like everyone else's dad, and turned us over to some public relations woman, a Chinese lady or something, except she had an accent like she was from Texas instead of Shanghai. There were a lot of daughters, maybe forty of us, all children of the mid-level executives. Sarah had beautiful breasts. They weren’t large, but nice-sized, about the size of small coffee cups. They were nicely rounded and perky, with nipples that stood out, reminding me of the pink erasers on the fat pencils they give first-graders. Her nipples were surrounded by light pink areolae the size of silver dollars. Sarah put her t-shirt and hat back on. Then she dropped her bra into the saddlebag, and urged Pegasus on. The rural roads around our farm were little-traveled, so Sarah wasn’t. ‘I fear we are too late Rayne, I cannot feel her, yet I don’t feel her gone either. I am sorry, I know I am of no help to you right now.’ Rayne couldn’t bear the pain that ripped through him at her words. Tersely, between gritted teeth he ground out ‘we are not too late, she is there and she is alive!’ Maria had not the heart to tell him of all the dream, she had only given him what he needed to know at the time. She wouldn’t be the one to rip away his last shred of hope, for she might be. Lisa nearly collapsed in ecstasy but the two black women stopped, leaving her hanging as they pulled away from her leaving Lisa standing naked in the kitchen, shivering with need, her eyes wild. Her hands grabbing at her sopping pussy.Please!? Lisa cried. Please what, asked Troya?I need to cum so badly, Lisa cried.If we help you cum what will you do for us?Anything you want. Please help me cum. I’m begging you Sonya, Troya.Call us Mistress then.What?!?!If you want to cum, beg your.