Towering Pines - Carlton Residence
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Amelita on 29-03-2017, 00:48:16</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 00:48:16</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">(http://realestateadminimages.gabriels.net/170/170-b20160720180642225-814.jpg)&nbsp; (http://meganbachmann.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/jenny-wolf-hamptons-3.jpg) <br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Carlton Residence</em></span></span><br><br>(http://realestateadminimages.gabriels.net/170/170-c2016072018065482-272.jpg) (http://tools.1parkplace.com/photoUpload/8661_5.jpg) (http://img.seorets.com/sandicor/1395-park-row-ca-160039694-24.jpg) (http://ballonrose.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/designs-for-master-bedroom-remodelling-hamptons-inspired-luxury-home-bedroom-robeson-design-1.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Home to:</em></span></span><br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.celebitchy.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/salma2.jpg)<br><div align="center">Delilah Diaz-Carlton<br>(&amp; husband) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074609#msg13074609)</div></td><td>(http://www.lovemaegan.com/wp-content/uploads/twin-french-bulldog-brothers.jpg)<br><div align="center">Salt &amp; Pepper</div></td><td>(https://68.media.tumblr.com/0a56b4fdcd377404cc2dc0fc897fcf20/tumblr_ogp36gCdMh1tkcy1ko2_r1_540.png)<br><div align="center">Jake Mitchum (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br>now and then</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Towering Pines] Desmond Drive - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 17:52:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Cookies</span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Part One</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264911.msg13082049#msg13082049)<br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Part Two</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264911.msg13083198#msg13083198)</div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/c1/a1/dcc1a1899a101aab5cdc6225f3a93fd4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah Diaz-Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074609#msg13074609)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> The Carlton home kitchen, before the HOA meeting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Corbin McCree<br><strong>Sugar Content:</strong>&nbsp; High (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwXQa00owvk)<br><br><br>Delilah stopped at the counter when Corbin spoke, arched her body to look over her shoulder to her butt, and then at him. "Oh I do? Maybe I better take you up on that, darling," she said playfully and walked back over to where he sat. His boot clad feet were on the floor, stretched out and easy for her to part by walking in between them until she was practically up against him. He would be able to lean forward and come into full contact with her midsection, but that would mean breaking her rules. "Remember, sugar. No touching," she reminded him and cupped her breasts under the apron, out of his view but still so delightfully close to his face and the pleasure she very well knew he was capable of granting her if she let him. <br><br>But before either of them could fall into temptation and break the rules she set, Delilah turned around. Now her bare back was in front of him, every curve and plane of her silhouette there for him to look at and not a drop of insecurity in her demeanour. "Down here?" She purred and brushed her hands down over her ass. "Lower?" She continued and her hands trailed down the back of her thighs and she leaned forward a little to reach. "Or were you just tricking me?" She finally asked and looked at him over her shoulder, still bent over just a little. She moved both hands between her thighs from the front, her fingers spreading on both her inner thighs for him to see, and dug lightly into the silky skin. When she raised herself up, she took it a hint further and sat down on his lap, the open fly of his jeans pressing into her butt cheeks and his bulge pushing wonderfully right between them. <br><br>"This should do the trick," she said with a little grin, pushed her hands under his taut forearms to hold on to the armrests, and rolled and rocked herself calmly back and forth with a hint of circular motion. In beat with the music, of course. "Kiss," she demanded and tilted her head to the side to offer her neck and shoulder to the young man, wanting not only the touch of his lips but the feel of his muscled chest against her back. Her nipples were tight and poked at the apron, her arousal pooled between her thighs in constant heat, and every part of her ached to end the game and just let him fuck her up against the counter, but she resisted. Patience could give such good rewards. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 17:20:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.gettyimages.com/photos/actor-zac-efron-is-photographed-for-20th-century-fox-on-may-26-2016-picture-id609578172)</div><strong>Character</strong>:Corbin McCree<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Carlton Home, before HoA meeting <br><strong>Dressed:</strong>Jeans, boots and a button down shirt <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Delilah "Dios Mio" Diaz-<del> Carlton</del><hr> <br><br>Corbin was enjoying and regretting every second. His thoughts were racing, his knuckles turned white as he clenched his hands over the ends of the arm rest&nbsp; while Delilah continued the merciless teasing. She quickly returned and reached for her large breasts, breasts he wanted to manhandle fuck if he could last long enough to do so. The way she was toying with him, he was feeling as if the slightest touch would set him off. Only he could do was watch and try to remember to breath and reply when she spoke to him.” I know...I know, no touching.” Corbin had to confirm before she turned and continued his torture. <br><br>“Yes.” He confirmed as she ran her hands down her hips before she bent over, then bent over just enough to make him groan for mercy. “No, no tricks, Mrs. Diaz.” Corbin admitted, he rarely used her husband’s name, perhaps it was a way to disassociate himself with the fact that she was still married unlike some of the other ladies he was seeing. The flour had been long forgotten, his mind going blank once she dropped right onto his lap and he felt his hardening cock slip between the cheeks of her ass. <br><br>“Ummm..” Corbin didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to disagree and have her stop and he was in no state to say anything clever. The leniency of her rules was not questioned but he made sure not to appear overeager as it could just be another form of torment. His lips found her shoulder and slowly worked its way into the corner of her neck. The longer she rolled her hips, the harder it was becoming, literally and figuratively. Corbin panted for air and began to nip and suck on the skin of her neck, something he knew not to do as it tended to leave those marks that were harder to conceal. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Towering Pines] Desmond Drive - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 04:40:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Cookies</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/c1/a1/dcc1a1899a101aab5cdc6225f3a93fd4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah Diaz-Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074609#msg13074609)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> The Carlton home kitchen, before the HOA meeting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Corbin McCree<br><strong>Sugar Content:</strong>&nbsp; High (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwXQa00owvk)<br><br>It did not take Delilah a long time to realize she needed more from Corbin than the covered hard girth of his cock rubbing against her naked sex to be satisfied, nor did it take her long to decide that she wanted the urgent desires met with at least some kind of a release. She moaned quietly, barely above a breath, when she felt him harden more and his lips caressed her skin. But then the young man sank his teeth gently down and nipped, and sucked. Delilah's first instinct was pleasure, but her reaction was a hiss and she moved from under his mouth. Not off him though, but abruptly enough to halt whatever one called the exchange of tease and pleasure between them. A neatly shaped brow arched as she turned her head to look at him, knowing very well that <em>he knew</em> this was not on offer. No marks! <br><br>"Mmm you know better," she told him and couldn't resist the temptation to keep grinding onto him. His underwear showed signs of how wet she was by then but she didn't care. "Are you going to make up for it?" She asked teasingly, voice low and husky as she made up her mind on how she'd let him do that. The easiest way would be to remove the barrier of his underwear and sink herself onto his cock, but another idea formed before she acted on that one. She stood up slowly, glanced down at him and bit her plump bottom lip at the sight of his erection. He was so hot. And he'd been very compliant, she thought in pure mischief. So she untied his wrists, walked backwards to the counter and put her hands on the edge of it. "Lick my pussy, darling," she told him completely unabashed by the blatant wording, "and stroke that delicious cock while you do it. Just make sure..." She paused as he came closer and dropped her head back in pleasure at the first touch of his mouth on her sex, "...just make me cum, Corbin." <br><br>But she had only just let the words roll from her lips when another sound caught her attention. The faint sound of a car door. "Go!" She hissed, "out back, now!" Her husband knew she had lovers, he had to know, but if he caught her in the act... She was not ready to sacrifice her entire life to the cage fight of divorce lawyers!<br><br>It spoke volumes of her marriage when her husband walked through the kitchen, grabbed the out of place chair to put it where it belonged and picked two scarves up off the floor as he did so... But did not say a word about his wife's nudity where she stood in only an apron and heels, apparently in the middle of baking cookies. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Towering Pines] Desmond Drive - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 05:19:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Breakfast in Bed</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b4/17/5f/b4175faae089d56d449912d0d8637833.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah Diaz-Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074609#msg13074609)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> The Carlton home master bedroom, morning after the HOA meeting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Savannah Ortiz <br><strong>Sugar Content:</strong>&nbsp; High<br><br>A clear and bright morning forced its way through the large windows of Delilah's bedroom, reminding her far too early that she forgot to close the blinds the night before. She opened her eyes slowly, shifted beneath the silky sheets and frowned softly at the thud when something fell off the bed to the lush carpet on the floor. Her vibrator, she realised dismissively. She'd pick it up later. For now she was happy with just laying there, relaxed and well rested without any urgent matters to tend to or any scheduled meeting. It was the kind of indulgence she allowed herself without feeling guilty at all, because if she couldn't enjoy a morning like this then what <em>could</em> she enjoy?<br><br>Her husband had left for work already so she had the bed all to herself. A lazy look to the side told her he had most likely not slept there, it seemed undisturbed on "his" side. It wasn't unusual. He often crashed on the sofa in his study after working into the night on some project or other. Delilah couldn't say she minded it much. <br><br>The notion of food stirred in her body, so she pulled herself up, slipped on a robe and headed to the kitchen. Once she'd gathered a selection of lovely home made bread buns, butter, cheese, fruit and various mouthwatering foods, she pulled orange juice from the fridge and set all of this on a large tray. She also put the pot of coffee on there once it finished brewing, and took the whole thing upstairs. A couple of bites into a mouthwatering peach, she heard Savannah enter the house. There was no mistaking it when that vivacious woman appeared anywhere. "Bedroom!" Delilah called out happily and made no attempt to cover herself up. Her friend had seen her wearing less than a slip and a short robe before. "Bring a cup for coffee!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 00:41:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2017/02/02/magazine/02-aaron-taylor-johnson-feature-lede.w512.h600.2x.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Powder Blue Undies<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Reserved<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Breakfast<br><br><hr><br>It was quiet in the house, silent in the early morning.&nbsp; For a few moments, Jake waited at the door, standing on the landing as he strained his ears to hear sounds of movements from out in the house.&nbsp; When he heard nothing for several moments, nothing but the quiet hum of the air conditioner, Jake quietly slipped out from the door that led into the basement, and made his way to the kitchen.<br><br>He had nothing to hide from Mrs. Carlton, or Delilah as he knew her.&nbsp; She had always been friendly and agreeable to him, treating him almost like he was one of her own.&nbsp; <br><br>But the last thing he wanted was to intrude upon her, especially in her house, and even more so in her kitchen.<br><br>A part of him did not doubt that if the older woman was around, she would have volunteered to whip him something up to eat.&nbsp; He also didn't doubt that it would have been as delicious and tasty as everything else she made him when she plied him with snacks and treats.<br><br>The last thing Jake wanted was to inconvenience the woman who had opened up her home to him and give him a place to work on his various projects.&nbsp; He liked the arrangement they had between the two of them, liked having a place removed from the chaotic atmosphere of the frat house where he could go to work on his photos, where he could develop the photos he took of people in their most private moments without having to fear an unwanted invasion of privacy.<br><br>So when he could, Jake tried to not inconvenience the woman, even if he knew she'd say he was doing nothing of the sort.&nbsp; <br><br>After the long and fun night the night before, Jake wanted something to eat.&nbsp; He was hungry, famished, after working up the appetite with Desiree.&nbsp; And so, when he thought Delilah was off sleeping, when he thought he had the place practically to himself, he went to work in the kitchen in his powder-blue boxer briefs, starting with a little meal of scrambled eggs and toast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 02:10:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CZWtBNpWkAAyY6M.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Ceci Carlton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090438#msg13090438)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; cropped t-shirt (see pic) and batman shorts (http://garotasnerds.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Batman-Shorts.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake, Andi<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Intruder alert!<br><br><hr><br>Home. <br><br>It hadn't really registered yet, after only one night in her old room and no real time to catch up with her mom. This had not been the plan, at all. She was supposed to be doing big things with awesome talents up on the east coast, building a career, not running back with her tail between her legs like one of those loser kids who never got anywhere because they couldn't cut it. Weren't good enough. That wasn't why <em>she</em> came back home. But whatever her story, she left it behind when she boarded the plane with her friend Andi and got out of NY. <br><br>Not sure what to expect when she walked through the door of her childhood home, a home she had been sent away from six years ago and only been back for a few holidays, Ceci had held her breath and only exhaled once her mom had pulled her into a hug. Her dad wasn't home, as usual, and her mom had rambled on for a good minute before she even noticed Andi behind Ceci. Andi had been pulled into a hug as well and Ceci's mom had dashed around the house to set up the guest room and make a late night snack. From there it was just a good night sleep, and now hopefully breakfast as only her mom or auntie Savannah would make it. <br><br>"Andi, you there?" She knocked on the guest room door and opened it to peek inside. "Uhh... Okay." Andi was already dressed and even looked like she'd just showered. "Did you wake up at like seven or something?" She snickered and shook her hand through her hair in a subconcious attempt at fixing her own appearance. She didn't have any make up on, her dark long hair covered her shoulders and back in an unruly mane of waves and tangles, and her clothes were just what she'd slept in. "Let's go get breakfast, I think mom's down already." She sniffed into the air and nodded when something delicious was clearly being prepared in the kitchen. <br><br>Moments later she strolled through the dining room to the kitchen with Andi in tow, but instead of her mother's familiar image at the stove there was a guy. <br><br>"Who the fuck are you?" She asked sharply and narrowed her eyes, looking him up and down as she walked closer with hands on hips. "What are you doing in my house? All... all..." The furious girl gestured at him, at a loss for intimidating words to scare him off. "All naked!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 03:38:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article1250766.ece/ALTERNATES/s1200/Sofia%20Vergara%20slider)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd, Morning | The Carlton home master bedroom <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi + Robe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah Diaz-Carlton<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Lazy Morning<hr>His name was <em>The Husband</em>. And he was gone. Savannah knew this because she had seen him leave before she'd slipped on her robe and slippers and shuffled right on next door. She hated to seem as if she was such a harsh critic of the husband, but really that was quite literally all the recognition the poor man got from her outside of the generic 'smile and wave' business that most everyone got for free. Savannah did her best to avoid breeding negativity but there was something about the man that made it difficult to truly like him. Or maybe she was just overly fond of Delilah... Meh. Whatever. <br><br>Not inclined to waste time dwelling on it, Savannah merely chose to avoid him where she could. This particular morning was no exception and once his car had disappeared from view, the woman had come right over, given a knock, and then let herself right in--something she'd done often enough over the years--under the assumption that Delilah was still upstairs given her lack of answer. "Lilah! Mi amor, where are you?!" She called flirtatiously in the general direction of the stairs. <br><br><em>"Bedroom! Bring a cup for coffee!"</em><br><br>Laughing, Savannah made the quick detour, locating one of the cups she usually used on her morning visits without incident before heading up stairs. She was humming something as she came upon Delilah in bed with her breakfast, and even did a little step in the doorway to it before pausing to take a good look at her friend. "Well now, doesn't this look positively delicious." The quirk of her lips was the only further commentary as she let Delilah take that as she wished and slipped into the room, closing the door behind her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 04:02:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early morning – Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Jeans and a long t-shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Saying Hello<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Ceci, Jake<br><br><hr><br>After her rather interesting and fun morning, Andi didn't know what to do with herself.<br><br>As quietly as she had left, she had slipped back inside the house after finding the house, and gotten herself comfortable.&nbsp; A good shower in the guest bathroom, a decent scrub that removed the sweat of her run and traveling the night before, and a quick change into a pair of jeans and one of her shirts had left her with a question of What Now.<br><br>She made the bed that she had slept in, taking care to do it just right and present it as if she had not slept in it.&nbsp; She made sure her bag of clothes and belongings were put out of the way, stashed in a closet with her dirty clothes not far away from it.<br><br>For a while she sat in the arm chair by the window, just looking out at the neighborhood, waiting and waiting for Cecilia to wake up and greet her.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what to do with herself, in a place that was far nicer than any sort of place she had ever lived in, surrounded by such affluent tastes.<br><br>When Ceci came in, Andi greeted her friend with a smile, pushing herself up to her feet.&nbsp; “I'm an east coast girl.” She said.&nbsp; “I'm really fucked up with the time difference and shit.”<br><br>She followed Ceci down the stairs, trying to keep her eyes away from the ass in the shorts that were appealing to say the least in her mind.&nbsp; Her mind turned to the thought of breakfast, of getting a good meal in her after her run, only to turn the corner with Ceci to find someone who was definitely not Ceci's mother in the kitchen.<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2017/02/02/magazine/02-aaron-taylor-johnson-feature-lede.w512.h600.2x.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Powder Blue Undies<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Ceci, Andi, Delilah<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Breakfast<br><br><hr><br>Jake was scrambling up some eggs on the range, adding a dash of cheese he felt was a little bit deserved after the good and enjoyable night.&nbsp; The sound of footsteps on the stairs made him think that Delilah was coming down the stairs.<br><br>Definitely not two other, younger women.<br><br>When the one spoke, there was no denying who she was.&nbsp; Even without the similar looks, that tone, that voice, was undeniably similar to her mother.<br><br>“I... honestly didn't think there was anyone here...&nbsp; Other than your mother...” Jake said, wiping his hands upon a paper towel, feeling a bit embarrassed as he held out a hand.&nbsp; “I'm Jake.&nbsp; I'm staying here for a little bit.&nbsp; Your mom's cool with it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Towering Pines] Desmond Drive - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 05:07:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Breakfast in Bed</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b4/17/5f/b4175faae089d56d449912d0d8637833.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah Diaz-Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074609#msg13074609)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> The Carlton home master bedroom, morning of June 3rd<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Savannah Ortiz <br><strong>Sugar Content:</strong>&nbsp; High<br><br>Delilah would be fooling herself if she thought her most pressing needs to be sated were bread and juice after Savannah showed up. The moment the woman's presence carried into the room in the form of her voice in some melody, any ideas of breakfast vanished. "Come have a taste," she offered with a playful arch of her brow and tilted her head. There was a certain tenderness to her friend, a warm feeling that embraced Delilah every time the two were alone and even at times when they weren't. That warmth now spread along her skin like the morning light and she moved the tray off the bed to a bench at the end of it. Raising herself up from putting the tray down, she reached for Savannah's hand and pulled her closer. Gently, but with every intention of bringing the lovely woman into her arms. <br><br>"Or did you want the bread?" The question teased a smile to her lips as she trailed one finger along Savannah's collar bone and then down across the top of her breasts. "Or coffee?" She leaned in and pressed her lips ever so softly on the other woman's neck, just below her ear. They were both wearing robes so when Delilah moved this close she could feel her breasts glide smoothly against Savannah's and her breath shivered subtly. "Hmm?"<br><br>She needed this, needed the human touch and the release. Yesterday's teasing with Corbin wasn't supposed to end without them enjoying each other fully, and having almost been caught by her husband had shaken her a little. She certainly had not felt like enticing him to fuck her. But Savannah... Savannah was not part of that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 05:32:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CZWtBNpWkAAyY6M.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Ceci Carlton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090438#msg13090438)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; cropped t-shirt (see pic) and batman shorts (http://garotasnerds.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Batman-Shorts.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake, Andi<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Intruder alert!<br><br><hr><br>Dead silence. Dead silence was what happened when the guy spoke, talked to her like him being there in his underwear was a perfectly normal thing. And then it hit her. The pieces of the puzzle came together and she understood. She wasn't a kid anymore, she knew how the world worked. Her father was never around for her mother, any more than he was for her, so her mom... Her passionate crazy mom got herself a boyfriend? And her father just went along with it? Shit. <br><br>She didn't know what to say at first, and her mind filled with all kinds of random crap about older women and younger men. Words like cougar and milf popped up and she cleared her throat as she tried to apply them to her mom. Eventually the silence got weird and she cracked a grin to fix it. <br><br>"Hi Jake, I'm Ceci. This is Andi," she turned her head to shoot her friend a look and mouthed 'what the fuck', and then turned back to the guy and took his hand. Only, instead of shaking it like he super politely offered like some old man in a young man body, she used it to pull herself closer to him and press her smaller self right up against him. Close enough to crush her small tits on his washboard abs and feel what his only piece of clothing concealed right on her stomach. "So do I call you daddy?" She taunted him with a low sugary voice, stayed for a heartbeat, and then stepped away from him to hop up onto the counter and waved Andi over. "At least she has good taste, right?" She said to her friend, meaning her mother and not even looking at this Jake guy. Jesus. She had to eventually though and winked at him in true no-fucks-given fashion, pulling her feet up onto the counter too and crossing them. <br><br>"Gonna make me some of that breakfast too, then?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 05:49:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early morning – Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Jeans and a long t-shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Saying Hello<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Ceci, Jake<br><br><hr><br>Andi could say nothing at first, merely being a spectator in what was one of the more hilarious moments of her trip so far.<br><br>She just stood by the entrance, leaning against the wall as she watched the little back and forth, a gentle smile crossing her lips as Ceci commented upon the man's appearance.<br><br>“I'd say that's more of a matter of opinion.” The woman who more closely identified with the homosexual end of the spectrum said.<br><br>“Different strokes...” Andi remarked, coming up to stand by the counter.<br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2017/02/02/magazine/02-aaron-taylor-johnson-feature-lede.w512.h600.2x.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Powder Blue Undies<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Ceci, Andi, Delilah<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Breakfast<br><br><hr><br>Jake looked on with a slightly bemused expression upon his face as CeCi pulled herself against him.&nbsp; It was hard to ignore the feel of her tight body against his, the feel of her warmth bleeding through the shirt, the feel of her nipples just noticeable.<br><br>He looked away, putting his gaze at some point on the wall behind her while he tried to ignore the feel of her.&nbsp; It was better for him, better for Delilah, better for CeCi, better for just about everyone involved.<br><br>“You can call me Jake, if you want.” He said as she pulled herself away, turning his attention back quickly to the food.&nbsp; “I can make more if you want.&nbsp; But I think you might have me mixed up with Corbin.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 06:08:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CZWtBNpWkAAyY6M.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Ceci Carlton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090438#msg13090438)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; cropped t-shirt (see pic) and batman shorts (http://garotasnerds.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Batman-Shorts.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake, Andi<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Intruder alert!<br><br><hr><br>As soon as Andi moved to the counter, Ceci uncrossed her legs and shifted so that she was sitting behind her friend, let her legs frame the blonde's slender body and draped her arms lightly onto her shoulders. "Aww thank you daddy, you're so sweet," she purred teasingly at Jake, watching his back while he did his thing with the food. Meanwhile, she thought about the other bit of information aquired, this Corbin. So her mom had two boyfriends? <em>Good for you mom, get old and go wild</em>. Right? <br><br>Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of why she came down here originally and she felt a little bad about messing with this guy. He offered to make them food, after all. He didn't look like a creep. He looked... Decent, actually. Hot. Hot and decent. "So uh... What do you do around here? I mean, I'm not talking about my mom. Do you have a job? How old are you anyway?" As the questions rolled on, she felt more and more like someone's mother interrigating a new boyfriend. Or well, someone else's mother. She had been on the other side of the country when she had her first boyfriend, first date, first sex, first everything except first kiss. And that did not count. Maybe her mom would have sounded like this if she met guys Ceci dated. It weirded her out even more than the awkward questioning, and she shuddered. Wrapped herself a little better around Andi. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 16:08:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.gettyimages.com/photos/actor-zac-efron-is-photographed-for-20th-century-fox-on-may-26-2016-picture-id609578172)</div><strong>Character</strong>:Corbin McCree<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Carlton Home, before HoA meeting <br><strong>Dressed:</strong>Jeans, boots and a button down shirt <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Delilah "Dios Mio" Diaz-<del> Carlton</del><hr> <br><br>“I do….but I am just so damn stubborn…” Corbin found himself confessing, his own form of rebellion for this cruel and unusual punishment. He wanted to be free, given the sign that the teasing was over and he could lift her onto the counter, shove his cock into her and rut away. It wasn’t the first time they had played this little game and the results would play out with the same explosive result. <br><br>Had he followed the rules then maybe things might have turned out different. Corbin didn’t mind being untied and ordered to lick her pussy. The command was followed gleefully as he moved and took his place between her parted thighs. She wanted to cum, he could do that, stroking himself while he licked away was a harder task as he wanted to focus on the task at hand to get to what he wanted. Corbin grabbed her by the back of her hair and pulled her in close, pressing a kiss to her lips before pushing her back until she was laid out on the marble. <br><br>With his head buried between his thighs he vigorously took to her smooth pussy, not hesitation to run his tongue up and down the slip before running his hand up to find and toy with her clit with the pads of his fingers. A hand was wrapping around his cock when it came to a crashing end. Corbin had to flee with his dick in his hands, escaping out the backdoor and into the line of sight of Salt and Pepper who were outside living that dog life. The pups wagged their tails happily and ran after him as he rushed to tuck his cock back into his pants and try to hush them. Knowing them, he had to escape before calling more attention to himself so he ran and flung himself over the yard into Vi’s backyard to make his mistake. “It’s like Melrose Place in this neighborhood.” He walked off frustrated and annoyed. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 19:41:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2017/02/02/magazine/02-aaron-taylor-johnson-feature-lede.w512.h600.2x.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Powder Blue Undies<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Ceci, Andi, Delilah<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Breakfast<br><br><hr><br>Definitely Delilah's daughter, Jake thought to himself.<br><br>The right and proper thing to do was to try and dispel any false notion that Cecilia and her friend might have had of him.&nbsp; He should have stopped and profusely denied everything that she was subtly accusing him of, perhaps even going so far as to go up and bring Delilah down to tell the truth.<br><br>But Jake saw no harm in playing along just a little bit.&nbsp; He wouldn't really be lying, he thought.&nbsp; Not when worded just the right way.&nbsp; Besides, he didn't think Delilah could be too upset with him.<br><br>“Well...&nbsp; I'm not the sort of man who likes to kiss and tell...&nbsp; But your mom and I like to <em>cook</em>.&nbsp; Quite a bit.” Jake began.&nbsp; He moved around the kitchen with ease, a familiarity as he went into the refrigerator and pantry like someone who had not been some new person in the house, bumbling about in search of things.&nbsp; He seemed like a man who knew exactly where things were.<br><br>“Part of the reason why I didn't want to wake her up.&nbsp; If she was down here, we'd be cooking all day long.”<br><br>He began to crack some eggs, adding them to the frying pan.&nbsp; “I'm a boudoir photographer and student.&nbsp; Your mom lets me stay over sometimes for my work.&nbsp; And to cook sometimes.” He couldn't help but to let a grin come across his face.&nbsp; “I can try to get you my medical records if you want to know more.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 01:41:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CZWtBNpWkAAyY6M.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Ceci Carlton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090438#msg13090438)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; cropped t-shirt (see pic) and batman shorts (http://garotasnerds.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Batman-Shorts.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake, Andi<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Intruder alert!<br><br><hr><br>Watching the guy move around her mother's kitchen like he owned the place, and talking in seriously obvious code for fucking her mom a lot, Ceci's attitude changed from interrigation and suspicion, to flat out distaste. Something was clearly broken when an almost naked incredibly well built man made her curl her nose and try not to look directly at him. <br><br>"I don't think I feel like breakfast anymore," she muttered and shuffled backwards on the counter, pulling one leg up to turn with the intention of hopping down but kicking a ceramic jug instead. It flew off the counter to the tiled floor and shattered there, utensils it held prior to her attack now all over the floor. The noise made her jump and then close her eyes in annoyance. "Perfect," she hissed. "Just fucking perfect."&nbsp; <br><br>"Move," she said in continued annoyance as she hopped off the counter and pushed this Jake guy to the side so she could open the cupboard where she knew she'd find a dust pan and brush to clean this mess up with. "Where is this fucking thing!" She complained, her butt sticking straight up as her upper body was practically inside the cupboard to hunt for what she needed. Which, wasn't there. Alright, drastic measures required. So she dropped to her knees and pushed further in, spotting the damn things at last. A little further... It occurred to her when she had her knee inside the cupboard too like some kid trying to hide in there, that the next door over would have been the one she needed&nbsp; to open and just grab the dust pan. There was no way in hell she would say that out loud. Instead, she crawled awkwardly backwards until she was on the floor, and pulled herself up with the dustpan in hand. Graceful like a goddamn swan on a lake. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 06:13:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2017/02/02/magazine/02-aaron-taylor-johnson-feature-lede.w512.h600.2x.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Powder Blue Undies<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Ceci, Andi, Delilah<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Breakfast<br><br><hr><br>Jake was silent as Ceci moved about the kitchen, her rage apparent.<br><br>The best thing, perhaps the only thing, was to stand back and say nothing.<br><br>He reached for the knobs of the range, switching it off as he moved back to stand out against the corner of the kitchen.&nbsp; The last thing he wanted was to get in her way, not when things seemed delicate at best.<br><br>A few times he thought of saying something.&nbsp; To offer cleaning up the broken ceramic and spilled utensils.&nbsp; To offer to go and get the dustpan and broom himself, being no stranger to cleaning up after himself in the large and impressive house.&nbsp; But instead Jake just stood quiet, standing in the corner of the kitchen.<br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early morning – Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Jeans and a long t-shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Saying Hello<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Ceci, Jake<br><br><hr><br>Andi wasn't sure what to say or do either in that moment.<br><br>Had it been any other situation, she might have found the situation almost comical.&nbsp; It was almost amusing, to have to run in to her friend's mother's boyfriend who was around the same age as both of them.&nbsp; But she couldn't laugh, not right then and there, not at the expense of her friend.<br><br>Still...&nbsp; In the current situation, she wasn't sure what to say or do.&nbsp; It certainly wasn't her place to say anything to the other guest in someone else's house.<br><br>She moved closer to Ceci, a hand outstretched.&nbsp; “Why don't you let me clean this up, huh?&nbsp; Go get a shower.” Andi offered.&nbsp; “I can clean it up.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>04-04-2017, 20:28:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article1250766.ece/ALTERNATES/s1200/Sofia%20Vergara%20slider)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd, Morning | The Carlton home master bedroom <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi + Robe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah Diaz-Carlton<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Lazy Morning<hr><br>Savannah did not require a second invitation. As the door clicked closed behind her, she stepped out of her slippers and left them there to tiptoe across the room toward on her closest and oldest friends, a soft smile on her lips. The question of whether Delilah was alright never left her lips, even if it did pop up briefly in her head. She'd found that it was a generally pointless question as few people were inclined to answer it truthfully when there was indeed something wrong. Instead Savannah moved to Delilah, reaching out to take the gorgeous woman's hand and allowing herself to be drawn in. Carefully she set aside the coffee cup she'd brought up before the now freed hand slipped along Delilah's waist, a soft sigh leaving her when she felt the touch along her collar bone. <br><br>"I mean, that bread does look like reeeally good, though," Savannah teased with a hint of longing in her voice, though it wasn't for bread. Still she couldn't help the laugh or the cheeky grin that spread across her face even as her eyes closed and her lashes fanned across her cheeks and she luxuriated in the feel of generous curves and warmth. It was amazing to her just how often simple intimacy and human touch could be neglected as a need. For her it was essential, a core part of who she was, which meant that these moments with Delilah were some of her most treasured regardless of where they ultimately ended up. <br><br>Releasing Delilah's hand, Savannah pulled back just enough to look down into that beautiful face. "I don't want to interrupt your breakfast though, mi amor. It seems rude. So let me help, instead." She reached behind her to lift a piece of fruit with her fingers then offered it to Delilah, brushing it against the woman's lips as she licked her own. "I can sate my appetite in other ways." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>08-04-2017, 23:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CZWtBNpWkAAyY6M.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Ceci Carlton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090438#msg13090438)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen to pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; cropped t-shirt (see pic) and batman shorts (http://garotasnerds.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Batman-Shorts.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake, Andi<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Intruder alert!<br><br><hr><br>It was sinking in. The inevitable stupid distaste over the fact that her mother wasn't faithful to her father. Her first instinct hadn't been anger or surprise. It had been amusement. Why couldn't that just stick around, huh? She didn't care about her father's feelings, he never cared about hers! She didn't care if her mom was fucking guys her own age, why would she? So why was it making her want to throw things? <br><br>The furiously conflicted girl stood with the dustpan in hand when Andi spoke to her, and it took a few seconds for Ceci to reply. "I'm fine," she bit out eventually and looked at her friend, but once she did she felt the anger melt away. Andi was the only person she had relied on for real in a long time. The only person who actually gave a shit about her. And she was trying to help. "I'm sorry, thank you. I'm just gonna..." The sentence faded and for a moment she couldn't hide a glimpse of vulnerable confusion in her eyes, but then the moment passed and she handed the dustpan to her friend. <br><br>Without a further word, and without so much as a look in the guy's direction, Ceci strode out of the kitchen and upstairs, two steps at a time. A minute later she returned in a black onepiece swimsuit and went straight for the pool out back. <br><br>Thinking time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 07:56:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early morning – Sometime in the Morning - Pool Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Jeans and a long t-shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Saying Hello<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Ceci<br><br><hr><br>It was a few minutes after Ceci had walked outside towards the pool when Andi joined her.<br><br>Though still in the pair of jeans and long t-shirt, the girl from the east coast was starting to regret it as the sun continued to rain down upon them.&nbsp; Still, she showed no signs of outwardly regretting her fashion choices, instead just keeping on with the brisk pace away from the house out towards the pool, where she soon deposited herself upon one of the loungers in the shade of the umbrella.<br><br>“Well that was interesting.” She said with a sarcastic little snort of mild amusement, reaching into her pocket for a cigarette and lighter.<br><br>She had seen worse in the multitude of her life experiences, had seen other displays of infidelity revealed.&nbsp; But that one, with the half naked guy in the kitchen of a woman who was twice his age, was one of the more interesting ones, she had to admit.&nbsp; “You doing alright over there?” She asked Ceci, taking a drag of the cigarette.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Towering Pines] Desmond Drive - Carlton Residence </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 14:14:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Breakfast in Bed</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b4/17/5f/b4175faae089d56d449912d0d8637833.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah Diaz-Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074609#msg13074609)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> The Carlton home master bedroom, morning of June 3rd<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Savannah Ortiz <br><strong>Sugar Content:</strong>&nbsp; High<br><br>The warm and sensual way Savannah reacted to her touch made Delilah's stomach tingle and filled her body with a familiar need. She needed to be close to her, physically and within the little space of intimacy they had with each other. She needed to feel her sway and arch under exploring fingertips and her mouth, needed to make pleasure replace any other thought occupying that beautiful mind. But the wonderful thing about Savannah, was that every move was countered with what felt like the same desire and made Delilah feel like a rare gem. <br><br>A light chuckle rolled from Delilah's lips when her friend mentioned breakfast, but instead of dismissing the need for it she chased Savannah's movement with her eyes and stayed right where she was for whatever came next. The moment that strawberry touched her lips, she parted them enough to trap the sweet fruit. She breathed a soft moan with her eyes closed as the taste and aroma filled her senses, but then looked up at Savannah when she sucked on the small fruit. Her full lips pursed around it for only a moment, and then she released the hold to let her tongue dance across the fruit as if it were something entirely different. <br><br>Once she'd bitten into the strawberry at last and swallowed it, she brushed Savannah's robe off her shoulders. "I don't think I want more fruit," she said, but hesitated when something behind them caught her eye. Her bedroom windows, large and without any drapes, faced Alex' house. "Well..." She purred and turned Savannah around, walked her to the window and wrapped her arms around her friend's slender waist from behind. "It seems," she stated softly and tilted her chin onto Savannah's shoulder, "...our Alex is enjoying breakfast (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265160.msg13109504#msg13109504), too."
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