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You know better than that. I’d never tell anyone what you tell me in confidence.” I knew he was right, so I decided to throw him a bone, “We were just practicing making out so we’d be ready when we get boyfriends.” He chuckled, “I would have killed to see that—five drunk girls making out with each other. How far did you go?” “Not that it’s any of your business, but far enough that we all got off.” “Wow! Now that’s really got me curious. Please give me details. I promise I’ll never tell anyone.” I indian finished my beer and went to the fridge for another one. I got him one too, and when I was handing it to him, I lingered in front of him long enough to give him a long look at my clearly visible tits. While still standing there, I said in the sexiest voice I could muster, “Let’s just say we all loved getting our tits sucked and our pussies rubbed by someone other than ourselves.” “Oh wow! I know what I’m going to be thinking about the next several times I jack off.” I laughed and returned to the recliner. I decided to tease him, “I’m not saying we stopped at that mind you.” “Oh shit! Did you go down on each other?” I giggled, “Maybe. I can neither confirm nor deny.” “Damn! You should have called me. I would have taken care of all of you.” I giggled, “Even me? Would you have eaten your little sister’s pussy?” “Absolutely! Especially you.” “Boop! “Well I was going to make you do something if you lost but you’re already walking across the beach topless to buy me ice cream so I kind of win either way.” He’s probably obsessing over the right words, agonizing over figuring out just the perfect reply. That's not who you are. “Yep” as she indian laid back on the bed with her arms spread to the sides. Take a good look at the man standing next to my twin brother." My daddy emerged again. “Well whatever possessed you to display yourself so wantonly Tracey, maybe you are a harlot after all ?” she sniffed and Tracey had no real answer to her. “He is unfortunately dealing with the release of Mr. Kodama. Two of them were medical stirrups used for gynecological/urological exams. She walked over, still blank faced, collected her purse in both hands and stood next to the table in the coffee on the linoleum floor. Again I started to move off when I looked harder, trying to bring up the enhancements of my eyes. “Traitor.” She'd never seen the sub-commander this frustrated before.