Teen Secretary Gets Double Creampie

My brother was here. “Safe’s been drilled,” John said, pushing the door partially closed with an elbow so the hole was completely visible. Let’s go check out that study.” He clapped a hand on my shoulder and guided me away from the middle of the room, heading for a hallway. “Can you imagine your luck in finding a new brother, and he turns out to be as much of a deadbeat as Jacob?” It was nice to see her smiling again. “Alright,” Chloe said, disappearing down the hall toward the cockpit. Natashya and Emily started to retrieve their bags, but I stopped them. “Helen,” I said. “Most of them are wearing swimsuits. “Who’s that?” she asked. Quentin turned and headed back to the bar. The triangles of fabric over her large breasts covered most of each mound—making it conservative compared to some of the others I’d seen in the house—but left plenty of side boob and cleavage for my eyes to feast on. “She’s seen it, and we’re handling it.”

Fuck. “We need to dust for prints.”

“How?” I asked as I surveyed the wreck that was my grandfather’s office.