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Stacy 4
Date: 1/16/2017, Categories: Hardcore Mature Taboo Author: vtevte, Source: xHamster
... half eaten sandwich in one hand, she picked up the receiver and said, "Mph-llo?" For a moment she listened and then wrinkled her nose in disgust, "It's that big sweaty tub of lard that you hang around with." She could have at least made some effort to cover the mouth piece so that Cooper didn't hear what she said, but no, not when she was in brat mode. "Give it here, you snotty little cow," I frowned. She smiled ever so sweetly, held out the handset to me and when I reached for it, dropped it just before I got hold. "Ooops," she shrugged and pranced into the kitchen. "Hey Coop," I said after retrieving the phone. "Oh man!" he hooted. "Are you stuck with babysitting the k** this weekend?" "Not really; Stacy can look after herself. Why?" "Well, we figure that it's your turn to host the party and seein' as how you got the run of your house, we thought we'd grab a keg and scoot over. That okay?" "Sure," I said, watching Stacy walk back in from the kitchen. She snatched up her lip balm off the sideboard, climbed into Dad's chair and began to dab it on. "What time are you planning on coming over?" "Tank-boy, Emma and Mitch are already here and we bought the keg earlier. All we have to do is go and pick up Miranda and she says she'll be ...
... ready in ten, so say in about twenty minutes?" I grinned remembering Miranda's idea of ten minutes; I'd put money on her not being ready for at least half an hour. "Okay, see you when you get here," I said, placing the handset back on its hook. Stacy frowned, her little finger stopping spreading the cherry balm over her lips, "They're coming here?" "Yeah, I don't see why not." "How about the fact that they're d***ken layabouts that are no good?" I scowled at her, "Hey, watch it. Those are my friends." For a moment it looked like she was going to give me her usual smart-alec abuse, but she saw the expression on my face and changed her mind. "I'm not being the only normal person in a house full of losers. If you are inviting some of your friends around, then I'm inviting some of mine too." "No, you're not," I said, hating the idea of her airhead team-mates descending on the place. "Yes, I am," she pouted. "And if you say I can't then I shall have to ring Daddy and ask him!" The little brat knew that Dad would get on my case if he knew my buddies were coming over with a keg. "Fine, call your stupid friends, then," I grumped. Now instead of just my friends there would also be a dozen or so of Stacy's eighteen year old gymnastic team-mates too.