On Monday morning, she sat in the school art room with her two new friends, Emma and Deirdre, and relived the weekend with them. Occasionally, they di...d some sketches of the stuffed duck that stood forlornly on the desk in front of them. Deirdre was describing how she’d had to sneak a very inebriated Emma into her house, while Emma just sat there, looking sheepish. “Did you get home ok? Fiona didn’t bore you to death with her stories of how cool art school is?” “No,” Charlotte managed to reply.. "That you would get around to it when you were ready." Oh please. Like that is a natural response. If you cared, wouldn't youwant to know immediately? Wouldn't it be the first thing you asked?"Of course Phoebe was right."How is she then?" Marcia asked. Her words sounded just as robotic asshe feared they would.Phoebe shook her head, disgusted. "She's fucking had a stroke, that'show she is." That's not an answer." And you didn't ask the question." I just did." That doesn't count. I had to prompt. K.?" You're the boss, lady," said Larry. He happily went to work getting enough juice from Susan's pussy to coat her asshole with a thin covering of lubrication Every now and then he stuck his finger into her anus, just to be sure he knew what he was getting himself into, and wormed around inside it. "Oooh, yes," she said, "that's the way, young Larry. That's the way to make me hot, alright. It feels nice." She rolled her buttocks open and closed on his digit by shaking her hips. "Wow!". “Yep. All mine.” “Interested in selling. I'm in the market for a farm around here.” “Nope. It's not for sale.” “Is that so. Everything is for sale for the right price,” he said looking her up and down. “Is that so?” “I looked at a couple other places but I drove past here the other day and know this is the farm I want." “Too bad.” She patted Ginger's neck and wanted to get into the barn and scratch the itch she had felt riding her. “I'm sure I can convince you to sell.” “I wouldn't be so.