Felix pushed another door open and found himself in the largest kitchen he'd ever imagined – full breakfast nook, oven range, 8 hobs....and 3 microwaves. Turned out they had a lot of microwaveable food...”Maybe I should give Candy or Randi some cooking skills” he mused, opening a cupboard at random to see what was inside.
His revelry was disturbed by a crash outside the kitchen window. Turning, he could just see what looked like a young, thin man in glasses sprawled on the paving outside, a dustbin lid idlely wheeling away. Quizzically rather than angrily, Felix crossed to the back door and stepped out.
“Yes?” he said, lazily leaning against the back door jamb, amusement on his face.
“Ummm.....this is where Candy Berger lives right? I'm her number 1 fan....” started the man, starting to pull his phone from his pocket and what looked like a well thumbed notebook.
“Then you won't mind giving her her privacy right?” stated Felix, turning bored at what was clearly an obsessed guy. “Look, be a fan....but get the f**k out of her backyard – MY backyard...or, as her other half, I'll have to call the cops! Skedaddle!”
The man's face fell and he scooted as fast as he could back the way he'd obviously came, slamming the gate behind him. Felix sauntered over to check the gate was now locked and sighed. Maybe a downside of having relatively famous models – he might need better security. Or maybe change their stalkers he mused, walking back inside....
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Upstairs Candy was lightly snoring on her bed as Randi lay back against the wall by her bed and slowly thrust her 2nd favourite dildo in and out of her pussy...her favourite one was still buried in between Candy's bubble-butt cheeks. She sighed, having just been ploughed repeatedly by the sexiest man on earth in her mind, Felix – followed by mind-blowing lesbian sex with her/Felix's girlfriend...and still she needed to take the edge off her horniness.
She was just about to see if Candy fancied Round 2 when she heard the opening lines of Nicki Minaj's “Superbass” and frowned. Randi knew that was her phone and, 30 seconds of searching unearthed it under a mound of her specially tailored bras. She looked a the number....mum? In the space of a few seconds Randi's memories of her mum passed through her head – how they'd drifted apart when she's become a model, especially when she started taking Curvoma and “blossomed” in the breast and ass department....but she knew her mum had started to try to build bridges with her daughter...Randi flipped the phone to answer.
“Hey Mum, how you doing?”
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Felix was just climbing the stairs when Randi came out of the room, her right hand absent-mindedly caressing her naked boobs, her face thoughtful.
“What's up sexy?”
“Oh, just my mum....she wants to meet up for lunch. You know I kinda wish she was more understanding but....heck, I'll just go get ready to see her” replied Randi, stepping into the bathroom.
Felix grinned. Sounded like the next thing he should be doing on the website
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