Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... silently. She slowly climbed out of bed. The feeling of sweat on her body, and her cunt juice, and his cum on the inside of her legs now felt dried, and sticky, and she knew it was normally a feeling she did not enjoy the morning after, but with Mackenzie, it was a feeling that brought back a warm flood of memories of the night before. Christ did he fuck her. She was about to grab a bra, out of her dresser, when she crossed the front window, and spotted movement. She stood curiously watching Mackenzie standing in the front yard, talking to a group of people who were fanned out in the small garden that lined the brick wall around her house. “Conrad?” Hilary called curiously. She had quickly thrown on a pair of sweat pants, and a tank top, and strolled outside. A strong breeze blew her already terribly dishevelled hair about as she walked down the gravel driveway, and crossed the lawn to where Mackenzie was standing. “Morning.” He greeted calmly turning to the young woman as she neared. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and softly kissed her forehead, pulling her against him. “WHo are these people?” SHe asked. “Well. That guy over there is Igor Vladnosky. The little fella just a few feet away from him is his b*****r Vladimir. And that.” He pointed over at the other two people who were walking down the edge of the garden, trimming the weeds. “That’s Pavel, and Johan. Ummm… Johan doesn’t talk.” “Can I talk to you?” She asked quietly, slowly pulling him back away from the ...

... workers. “We don’t have to leave. They have terrible English. Like. Shit.” He commented. Hilary looked over at the four men who were busy tending her garden, and lawn. “We already have a service that takes care of this stuff.” She declared. “Oh it’s cool. This is a one day thing. I’ve got other work lined up for them, but they wouldn’t take any money without any work. So I had them wander over this way today, and they’re just going to sort of putter for an hour or two.” “Well. How much do I pay them?” SHe asked nervously. She didn’t want to sound cheap, or ignorant, but she was feeling a little awkward that all this was happening at her house, and she knew nothing about it. “I’ve already paid them. That’s why they came today. They couldn’t take the cash without doing something. ” “Ya but…. Well…” “Hilary.” Conrad softly called. Hilary had never heard her name roll off the man’s tongue. She liked it. “It’s okay. Pavel used to do landscaping back in Moscow. He knows what he’s doing. It’s just a weeding, and some edging, and then they’re wandering off. Come on. Calm down. Trust me. They’re good people.” Hilary looked over at the workers. She was still bothered by the strange situation, but she wasn’t bothered enough by it to stop them, or keep arguing. Besides. He trusted them. She trusted him. She was crazy, but she trusted him. “How do I say thank you in Russian?” Mackenzie whispered the translation into her ear, and she giggled, pulling her head away as he kissed her neck, sending ...