It’s been over two years Paige. Two fucking years! And in that time I have to see you and your friends traipsing around the house dressed like you d...o. I have needs too you know.” I think his argument sounded great in his head but even to me it was a weak stance.“Oh well then go ahead. Fuck her again. Come on Daddy, what are you waiting for?” nobody moved for what felt like eternity but was more likely just a very awkward couple of seconds. “Here let me help.” Paige grabbed me and led me over to. .. um... no need to... Chris aka Tendal says:grinning wickedly I continue to massage your foot using my thumbs to spread the lotion and work it into the sole of your footChris aka Tendal says:no need to what dear?Tigana says:.to remember about my being ticklish... soft smile... Tigana says:watching you more warily now... Chris aka Tendal says:lightening my touch so that my slippery fingers are only barely touching the center of the sole of your foot.Tigana says:toes curl tightly as I struggle. But I mean it. I don’t care that I’m on the fucking rebound. I’ve wanted Damien since we met. He makes me wet just talking to him. So, there. If you’re inviting me to stay with him and share him with you, I’m all in,” Tara told them, punctuating her point by raising her skirt to show her bare bottom as she sat on his lap.“Well, babe, consider her an addition to the ‘honey do list, ‘ please. And you know what that means. Tara deserves to know, though. The women on the ‘honey do list’ are women. She was lost in thought watching a bird peck at the grass outside her home-office window as the phone rang, "Abigail's Designs?" she answered."Yes, hello." The strong male voice said on the other end, "I was directed to you by Miles McKinley. I just purchased a home and I desperately need help furnishing it. I've heard your designs are spectacular. I need to make an appointment with you today."Who is this guy and why so late on a Friday does he need an appointment, she thought to herself. "I'm.