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I hit print, grabbing the email off the printer and went running towards the staircase to get to the video room. Once I got there, I opened the door to see John, Diane, Marcus, Corey and of course Jill. I called a stop to everything. Everyone looked back at me with a curious look on their face. I walked over to Jill and handed her the email. She read it, then reread it. She got up and said we need to head to the Hamptons right now. “Let the party continue, but you, me, Dakota, and Tina need to head to the airport immediately.” Jill directed. Jill dropped the paper and we headed out of the room to get to our bedroom. I grabbed my phone to see why it went to voicemail. I had forgotten to put it on the charger, and it had shut off. I grabbed Jill’s, which also had shut off due to no charge. I pulled my back pack out of the closet and literally threw things in the bag. Jill was doing the same thing. I saw Tina walk pass the door, Jill summoned her into the bedroom. She explained the circumstances and told her to get packed as we were leaving in a few minutes. Tina looked confused. Jill asked for Tina’s phone, which she had to go get from her bedroom. Again, it was dead. Did everyone forget to put their phone on charger? We have three dozen chargers all over the house and yet none of us put their phone on interracial the damn thing. I plugged my phone in. I plugged Jill’s phone in. I told Tina to plug her phone in, which she went back to her bedroom to both pack and plug her phone in. Jill went to find Dakota. She wasn’t hard to find as she was on the couch cuddling with one of the CG boys. “Dakota, Brunette where’s your phone?” “It’s in my bedroom on the charger,” she said. Jill turned and headed down the hall to Dakota’s room. She unplugged the phone seeing that it was blowjob fully charged. She looked up Melanie Jaxson’s number, which wasn’t in there. Frustrated, it took all of Jill’s will not to throw the phone against the wall. She went back to our room. She picked up her phone and was able to look Melanie’s number cumshot up. She dialed it from Hardcore Dakota’s phone. “Dakota, it’s so nice to see you call,” Melanie answers. “Mel, it’s Jill. When he returned home, feeling more than a little dejected, he had stripped himself of cumshot his coat and shoes, leaving both by the door before interracial moving through to the blowjob sitting room, giving the room and attached kitchen a sparing glance to check for his mom before settling down on the sofa with a little sigh, curling his legs up under him. "And that would keep you from getting pregnant, wouldn't it?" “Oh, I think that we can do better than that my sexy little exhibitionist.” They kissed, tongue to tongue as Tina gently and slowly fingered Denise’s pussy. The skin was soft and warm, and Carolina desperately wanted to keeping blowing Michael, but she kept her cool on the outside to draw it out for Michael, who was very clearly enjoying himself. Jodi was Hardcore in the throes of that herself...as Lynn...pushing her fingers in and out of an already saturated Jodi's vagina...as Lynn found Jodi's G-spot as Jodi started trembling.. "I didn't like you," other off. Tina's grip tightened on the base of my cock and she began stroking me up and down only an inch or two. "Only I have to season the curries," I replied him. Caci’s arms were around his lower back, pulling his uncle’s undulating body tightly to him as if telling his uncle that he wanted it---all of it! I was halfway down the weathered wood dock when I heard heavy, lumbering footsteps on the planks Brunette and drunken menacing laughter, followed by vulgar sexual comments directed at me. Standing back, he looked at what was on display, then hesitantly moved up to Jo and put his hands on her hips.