." with a grin. Mitch suddenly felt a little uncomfortable at the thought of his sister and best friend touching.Kimberly turned over the eight of clu...bs, matched by Monica's eight of hearts. Her sweatshirt almost flew off in the warm air. The white t-shirt underneath was a little tight, the edges of her bra visible underneath.Monica turned over the ace of spades and it was Kimberly's revenge as she matched with the ace of hearts. Socks gone and Kimberly had the cards back.Kimberly turned the. Grabbed her hand, looked at her, smirked, then put her hand back in her own lap and went back to watching the show.Cassie was mortified, but whether at her own behavior or at its rejection, she had not yet decided. She excused herself to go to the rest room so he wouldn't see her tears of shame and fury."Maybe he is gay," she muttered. The bastard.Johnny watched her go, wondering why he'd stopped Cassie's dirty little paws from touching his crotch, and not finding a good answer. It had just. ”“Not like that,” Precious muttered.I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down his thick shaft. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my pussy getting so hot and molten between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my clit throbbing and aching. A line of drool ran down my chin and my sucking made such sloppy sounds. So wet and nasty. I shuddered. I did feel like a rich slut.A rich, married slut.My tongue swirled around the crown of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out. No way can I fit that many people in my apartment.”I had an answer. “Not a problem. If you can do it on a Sunday, the pastry shop is available. It may not be set up the way you’re used to, but it’s still a commercial kitchen.”“I’ll need help for that much cooking.”“You sound like you don’t want to do this. If you’re going to run your own place you’ll have to learn to deal with things that come up unexpectedly.”I think I offended her. She was a little short in her answer. “Two weeks. I’ll handle.