Freja was relentless, her hands on Isabella’s hips riding her like a dog, with each thrust Isabella’s tits swung forward and back. Sweat was glist...ening on all three teens pert bodies now with their exertions. Hekla needing a break pulled away then spun round on her back before sliding Head first under Isabella. Positioning her head between her legs she pulled Isabella lower, so she could suck on her clit as Freja pounded her from behind. Now lying on top of Hekla her breasts pressed into. " Wasn't I one of your favorites too, Mother?" The way I said it, anyone could see I was just fooling around with her. I really expected her to laugh, and make some kind of smart reply about me being her least favorite. What happened next surprised me."I'm not allowed to have favorites, Kenneth. I have to look out for all the boys, to try to do what's best for St. Cecilia's, and for all the souls placed in my care. Unfortunately, I'm only human, with all the weaknesses that condition brings. I. Thanks guysAnd so, on with the story...PreambleThe sweat fell down in rivers as Jenny McTavish, a young journalist working for the Gotham Times, pushed on through the jungle. Was she letting herself get carried away, in more senses than one, or was she onto the scoop of her young lifetime? While on a stop-over in the Far East she had approached in a bar by someone with a story, and not just any old story. It would seem that, living close by, there was a Western-born woman who had been involved. "Kaylynne knew when to butter, "You don't need a makeover. You look perfect as you are."Shandra was flattered, "I strive."Kaylynne said to the rabid fashion diva, "So, the makeover will be just the two of us?" She gestured towards Nicole-g.Matilda, of course, did not see Nicole-g standing next to her. "Matilda does not need a makeover. Matilda has it together, all the time. Matilda is constantly reinventing herself."Kaylynne sensed she had said something wrong, but didn't know what. Nicole-g.