Shelly needed to take her driver's test. I needed to call Steve Rayburn about the house next to the duplex. We just pushed things back 24 hours. We'll... leave tomorrow and come back Saturday instead of leaving today and coming back Friday." Wait, you're still going to be in Vegas Friday night?" Sean asked. "That's great! We can all meet up there. Chelle talked to Mary last night after we talked to you. We were going to try to meet up in Vegas but we couldn't do it until Friday afternoon. Is that. Sarah slid over to Steve and pulled his cock towards one of Kay’s hands. She took Kay’s hand in her own and started jerking her date off with help from Kay. She lowered her head to Steve’s prick and started to lavish long licks up and down over the head and exposed shaft of his cock. Steve bucked his hips and struggled to keep his composure as Kay jerked his shaft up and down and Sarah lowered those lovely lips down over the tip of his prick.Sarah suddenly felt a hand sliding up the back of her. Mrs Remington showed me round thehouse, taking multiple stops to make me bend over and lift things, oglingthe way the jeans stretched across my rump. Later, as we sat and chattedshe put her hand on my knee and scooted close, letting me smell herperfume. It felt so intimate to be chatting to her like this, I foundmyself spilling out my life story, my hopes and dreams, even thedevastation I'd felt at missing out on so much of the normal teenagestuff other guys got to do. She seemed so sympathetic. How sweet! But you’re a Yank, judging by your accent. You have a British niece?” Emilia seemed loathe to hang up with me for some reason, getting rather chummy.“That I do, ma’am. That I do. Until then, best wishes and thank you,” I hung up on Emilia Clarke, a subtle way of asserting myself with someone used to others hanging on her every word.“So, just like that, you have a new lackey, dear. What will you do with her?” I teased Tammy, well aware of what she had in mind for Emilia.“So ... do we.