Standing at the end of my bed, with a “shit eating” grin on his face was my younger brother, Carl. He had his dick out, trying to put it into my ...ass.“Carl, what the fuck are you doing?” I screamed at him. I tried to get up but my Mom had me locked up with her tongue deep into my opening at the time. Since my right hand was busy pumping into my Mom’s cunt, my only other hand was being used to support the weight of my body. I instinctively tried to push him away with my left arm but the only. And, so are you. What can I do for you? You here for business or pleasure?" Business," Toni said. "Need something for my legs. Now that I've slit all my skirts, I need something - sometimes - for stockings. I never liked panty hose, so I need help." Well, of course, there are garter belts..." Melanie said, doubtfully."Yeah, I don't really like those, either. See, I've made everything fit a little closer around the hips..." She turned to show Melanie."Hey, you don't have to tell me, I've got. Needed to forget the shit week that had finally, mercifully ended earlier that afternoon. Elizabeth was a car salesperson for a major dealer in San Diego and normally quite good at her job. With her five foot four inch, 34-24-28 frame, her waist-length wavy blonde hair, sea-green eyes, and wide friendly smile, she could sell ice to an Eskimo! She knew how to work what God had gifted her too - she loved getting the male customers, although she didn't shrink away from the female ones. But lately,. "Already Laura was drawing her down the short hallway to the bedroom. "Only an hour?"Jonelle nodded silently. She wore a short green skirt, shorter than any Laura had ever seen her in before, and a white blouse with a scoop neck that showed off her perfect bones, perfect clavicles, perfect throat, perfect smooth dark skin. The shortness of the skirt somehow bothered Laura, though she couldn't take her eyes off Jonelle's thin but beautiful legs. But it was not like Jonelle to show off her body..