“Really?”“A lot of actors do that, you know, and most of them have problems with drugs and alcohol. I figure if a drunk actress who can’t reme...mber to wear her panties can memorize a whole play, so can I.”A number of kids laughed at the bit about a drunk actress. That wasn’t exactly the kind of thing one was supposed to say to a teacher.Danny turned to them and said, “I wouldn’t laugh at that. If an actress who can’t remember to wear her panties can memorize a play, then why can’t you? It kind. Therese stood up and went into the house to retrieve another glass, returning a few moments later. I got a good view of her toned legs while she was up. Therese was quite tall, and so had a good set of pins on her. She also had a little butterfly tattoo on her ankle, I noticed. “You don’t have to stand on the other side of the fence, you can join me on this side,” she said as she sat back down and poured the cold alcoholic liquid into the glass for me. I didn’t need any more encouraging. Like. This is when I realize they manipulated me so that Itook DJ last, while thinking it was my own idea.Again, time is hard to measure when you have a huge cock in your mouthbut eventually Charles taps my shoulder and helps me to my feet. Theguys are now getting undressed and Charles suggests I do as well. Ilook at the abundance of beautiful hard cock at my disposal and make ashow of wiggling my ass out of my dress. DJ had climbed onto the bedand sat with his back against the headboard, tugging. That's when we heard a frustrated moan from the other room. Frankie chuckled and said, "Someone's gotta teach that girl how to masturbate." Not the same thing, sweetie, " I grinned. "Come on. Look, she's my sister. I want you to." I saw Frankie look at my mother, and Mom gave a little nod."Just no going all the way, " Mom said."Good. Frankie, go up into her room. I'll have her there in a minute, " I said.Chapter Twenty-Nine - FrankieOK, I can see where some people would think it was sick. I was.