Mollie looked exasperated. "Okay, okay. She can come . . . When? Okay. How's she . . . by train? Okay, we'll meet her at the station...Yeah, I understand...love you too, Mom. Bye." She hung up the phone, flopped back on the bed, and let out a big sigh. "Emma's coming for a visit," she said with a resigned look. "So I gathered." Mollie rolled over and looked at me, her breasts giving a sexy little jiggle. "What are we gonna do? She just started high school. She certainly can't see this." She reached out and wrapped her fingers back around my cock. "She can't japan see all the drugs we do." I thought for a moment while my cock grew again in Mollie 's hand. "We'll just ask everyone to keep it in their rooms while she's here, I guess. No oriental drugs in the living room." "And no group sex," she said. "Not in the living room anyway," I said with a laugh, reaching out to fondle her breasts. Her nipples immediately popped erect. "Mmmmm," she moaned softly. "That feels nice. You feel nice." She dropped her head into my lap and once again took the head of my cock into her mouth. That's one of the things I loved most about Mollie - the ability to push uncomfortable things out of her mind and get back to what was important. "We'll just have to play it by ear, I guess," I said leaning back and enjoying my girlfriend's talented mouth. Two other girls, lived in the house along with their boyfriends, who changed from time to time. The girls were pretty hot, and I had sex with both of them at one time or another. Ours was a very open house sexually. Each girl had a main partner but felt free to mix and mingle. We also had a lot of parties, many of which turned into group orgies. Even when there wasn't a party, the six of us japanese would gather in the living room, the largest room in the house, and get high, listen to music, strip naked and fuck. Everyone would switch partners a number of times during an evening. It was a fun place to live, especially during the exotic summer when classes asian were out. “A big pair of boobies to play with.” “Oh, my god, yes!” I hissed. “AAAAHHHH! We were on another isolated desert exotic highway when today's real fun began. He was killed two years ago when a drunk driver slammed into asian his car on a rain-slick road. As he struggled with his inner confilct he was snapped oriental out of his daze by his mother’s voice. “Yes, I do believe they do,” I laughed. “Oh, you japan ain’t seen nothing yet,” said Jody with a smile. Next Donna’s middle finger worked it's way up Abby's tight ass hole. Not one but three respondents. Ted and Karen were only twenty-five and only married a few years while Ray was twenty japanese years older then them, but he and Ted got along very well.