“Hey, ma,” the deep-voice greeted her. “I just got off the phone with the video producer,” she replied. He grinned with his braces-covered tee...th, “Oh fah real. What he say?” “He got the dance team you wanted for the shoot. But they’re only available next weekend.” “Let’s do it!” “Hold on, boy,” she scolded him. “They need us to fly them out to the location and pay for the rooms.” “So what’s the prob, ma?” “That’s a lot of money, son! I think they were hot on the show, but I don’t wanna fly out. "Well. Will you still join me in Issy? I promise I wont be a bother.”“Sure. I mean you were gonna help me, so what difference does it make right?”“Right.” says Cindy, laughing in relief.“Alright, well.” Cindy turns. “I came over to the toilets to take a number 2, but I don't really feel like it anymore. I'm about to head home. Wanna walk to the train station with me?”Issy eyes the plump girl up and down. A fat sizeable ass in black yoga-pants, hanging under her perfect golden hair. It's size. Joey left his deskchair and flopped as quietly as he could on the bed, which was scarcely three feet behind. He regretted not shrinking the window. Up he clambered, clicked, and the room was darker, the desktop being some astronomical photo giving off a faint light. He heard her coming up the stairs, heels now in her hand or disposed of in the livingroom. She went to her bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom. Joey heard the weight of her body make its usual clack on the toilet seat. He had. After trading positions, Brittany had spread her legs to Veronica's tongue while Matt drove himself first into Veronica's eager vagina and then into her anus while all three reached climax. Brittany had then straddled Veronica's mouth while bending over and accepting Matt's shaft in her rear. Over the course of the two hours they had made love, climaxed, traded positions, then climaxed again culminating in the three lying in a circle Veronica sucking Matt's lance as he brought Brittany to.