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... thin, I guessed her breast size to be about a B cup, possibly A. She wore a pair of faded denim cut-offs that looked very good on her, advertising well the gap at the top of her inner thighs that I shared, though my long T shirt was covering that up at the moment. Her upper body was covered with a sleeveless, horizontally black and white striped top with a low neckline and, sitting up on the top of her head, a pair of mirrored, teardrop style sunglasses. Dawn, although still reclining with her feet up, looked taller than her friend, her hair longer and done in a loose tangle fashion that looked really good. Like her b*****r's, her eyes were chocolate brown and her hips were a little wider than mine with boobs about the same size, if not a bit bigger. She wore a tight pair of medium blue jeans with a strapless, tucked halter top that was hard to ignore, and a pair of scuffed black cowboy boots with spurs on her feet. Both women were quite attractive, but especially Dawn. "It's a pleasure to meet you both," I told them while trying not to look for too long at the brunette. "It could be," she smiled in a low, almost lazy tone that matched her strikingly dark beauty. I had no idea what to do with that, had never gotten that type of attention from a female before, and found I could only look at her, mouth open a little as I struggled for something to say. Then, as though this weren't enough, my ears caught the moaning and mewling of a woman coming from the computer, the ...

... unmistakable sound of porn. ("Oh, yesss... yes, lick me? Make me cum so fuckin hard?") "Ignore her," Carrie said with a good natured laugh. "She hasn't been fed today. So, what can I do for you?" I'd almost forgotten why I was even there and had to quickly remind myself as another flush worked its way up my body. "Um, Dave- Dave wanted me to ask you if the order is in here." "Oh, yeah," she confirmed, pointing down and behind me, "It's right there by the door- the cardboard box." "Thank you," I smiled. "No prob. Hey, I love your shoes." ("Yesss? Yesss? Oh god, I'm gonna cuuummm?") "Oh, I- thank you," I politely managed as Dawn leered and I felt myself actually aroused a little because of it. I turned and saw the box right away, sitting on the floor beside a clear plastic bag with what looked like rags inside. Without thinking of how my top would ride up, I bent over to pick it up with my back to them. I straightened and, with the box in both hands, moved for the door with one more polite smile for the two women who were still watching. "C'mon back after you give it to him," Dawn suggested. ("Oh my fuck, I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming, oh fuuuck?") All I could do was nod. I actually felt more confident with the guys, but I couldn't very well be rude and refuse, could I? Mom was now standing by the car that Dick had been, and had since returned to working on. She was talking to Gigi, that goofy little smile still on her face, while Dave appeared to be looking for something with a light ...