She pulled her dress above her waist, revealing her skimpy red thong, which she proceeded to slide down her long slender legs and stepped out of them,... before rearranging he shot dress to its original state. I tried to catch a glimpse of her private parts, but the light was not in my favour. She then fired, like you would an elastic band, her thong directly at me, making me grab at them and catch them mid air. “put those on baby” she whispered.I did as I was told, without hesitation. My hard. I remember Rich O’Hara, you had an awesome set shot from 20, I made some money off you, dude. You averaged 19.4 points per game over four years, along with 3.7 steals and 6 rebounds per game. Tore your Achilles tendon during your final college basketball game. Can I get you a drink Rich, on the house?”“Sure, Miller Beer in a bottle, Jimbo. Jennifer sold me and my wife a home today, her first sale, I believe.” This made Jennifer light up.“Rich, women have no place in business, they should just. As to why I'm here, you asked for my help, don't you remember?"Stunned, I looked at her and muttered stupidly, "I ... wait, what?"She got up to sit on the bed, motioning me to take the computer chair. As she sat down, she drew her knees up to her chest and pulled the shirt over them. A portion of my confused brain realized that this exposed her lightly furred slit to my view, and I hurriedly focused on her face as she began talking. "Like I said, you asked for my help! Well, technically, you. Branca was clearing up after lunch. She often liked to chat when I got to the house. I was happy to spend a bit of time with her too. She seemed to never go out on her own. Up until then I hadn't realised why."You have been very good for her, you know," Branca said as she scraped the left over food from Daphne's plate (something I'd never thought I would see!) into the kitchen waste."She's doing all the work," I said. It was true. Daphne had really put her heart into it. All I had done was to.