. I can't really remember leaving the bar (a dive that serves u******e k**s like us) or how I got home, but they dropped me off at my house. I guess I... staggered in and up to my bedroom. I don't remember what time it was, but it was late, because no one else was up from what my drunken mind remembers...Not my parents, or my sister. Everything else was a blur, until I woke up the next day...I don't want to say the next morning, because I'd be stretching the truth a bit there - haha!!! It was just. Dad. Ian," I stammered, trying all three on for size."It's okay to pick just one name," he laughed. "I don't mind."I smiled, still unsure of exactly how I should behave around one of the wealthiest men in America, but was quickly put at ease when Mr. Stewart began to walk away from the plane and to a waiting limousine."Pumpkin," he called back over his shoulder. "Can you get the bags?"Katie gave a mock squeal of indignation and followed the two of us to the car.As it happened, I was only around. "Her smile deepened as she turned to face me. Deftly she outlined mylips with the new color, using the brush. Then she turned to the bodyof my lips, painting them thoroughly. "You see," she said, fully in thegame now, "it goes much better with his complexion." It was much lessbright, much better with my face and my clothes, and all three of ussmiled warmly to see it. "Yes," you said, "that's much better, we'lltake one of those. But don't you think he needs some cheek color to gowith it." . Christina takes her fingers into her mouth and sucks and licks them dry. Bonnie then leans in and kisses her very passionately, sucking on her bottom lip, savoring Christina's juices. "Jesus you taste so good." said Bonnie. "I want more!"And with that said she slowly kissed her way down Christina's neck and chest, pausing at each nipple to give them little nibbles, kissing down her stomach and down each thigh. Bonnie grabs Christina's legs and puts them up on her shoulders, kissing the insides.