True to her <b>word</b>, the waitress returned with our food in less than twenty minutes. When my pizza was in front of me, my stomach made an embarrassingly loal rumble, and we all day into our food. Patrick shared his pasta as he promised use, and it <b>was </b>just as yummy as it looked. After we had stuffed ourselves full of Italian food, we returned to the <b>vacation </b>rental with enough leftovers to cover dinner for tonight.
Drew was driving, and I was sitting between Josh and Mike, trying to <b>stay </b><b>awake</b>, but the fooda was winning, and I was asleep by the time we got tu the house. I woke up when Josh identally jostled me, trying to escape the second me. <b>I </b>climbed out after. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and followed them into the house. Once I ensured all the food was put away, I curled up on the <b>couch</b>, wondering if I should make another cup of coffee, but I was distracted when the <b>guys </b>came in, joining me on the oversized couch.
nd we want to talk about the house? Mike asked.
“Yes,” I <b>said</b>, sitting up straighter. I was hoping the others liked it as much as I did. “What did you guys think? I looked at the guys <b>one </b>at a time.
I like it,” Jabe <b>said</b>. “I think it would work well for us.
“I agree.” Drew agreed. A few minor things must be done, but nothing massive, just cosmetic stuff.
“Yes, but I would like to see some security measures in ce before we moved in, especially if Emmy is going to be alone at any time, Patrick added.
The others quickly agreed, and I started to get excited.
“Should we put in an offer even though we havent seen any <b>other </b><b>ces</b><b>?</b>” I asked. Don’t get me wrong, I know this is the ce 1 <b>want</b>, but <b>all </b>the home shows <b>on </b>TV <b>show </b>people looking at several houses. I just don’t want to do it wrong.” I looked at Patrick for <b>answers </b>since he had the most experience when it came to buying property.
“Well, love, there is no right or wrong way to buy <b>a </b>house, but if we take too long to make an offer, there’s <b>a </b>chance we could lose on this <b>ce</b>.”
“Okay, let’s do it,” I said. The others quickly agreed, and <b>Patrick </b>pulled out his phone and moved to the dining table to sit down and make some calls.
I moved between Mike and Jake, and we all chatted quietly, listening to Patrick’s side of the conversation. When he began describing the realtor’s <b>actions</b>, I knew he had called <b>his </b>mother. A few minutester, Patrick ended the call by promising to see her <b>soon</b><b>, </b>then turned to look at us,
“Mom is horrified that her friend acted that way <b>and </b>apologizes to you all, especially you, Em; <b>she </b>had no idea Susan had been <b>acting </b>like that and hopes you ept her apology.”
“Patrick, I love your mom. She has nothing to be sorry for. Do you think I should call her and tell her that myself? Patrick’s mom was amazing, and 1 hated the thought of her being upset.
“We can call herter, love. I want to contact one of the realtors who works for my dad. Don’t worry, he works on our business’s legal side.” He assured us before making the call.
Half an hourter, we were gathered around <b>a </bptop on a video call with Callum Murry, amercial real estate agent, who assured us <b>he </b>would be more than happy to help us with <b>the </b>house. We spent another two hours talking to Callum as he reviewed all the paperwork, came up with an offer<b>, </b>and then electronically signed everything.
After we returned thest signature, I threw myself at Patrick excitedly, wrapping my arms around him <b>and </b>wiggling like <b>an </b>excited puppy in hisp. Patrick groaned and adjusted me on hisp. When I realized my wiggling had caused him to get hard, I smirked at him.
“Sorry, I’m just excited. Seems like you are, too, I teased, giving a deliberate wiggle, which caused Patrick to let out another groan.
“You’re being a brat, love,” Patrick said before leaning forward <b>and </b>nipping my car, causing me to squeak and try <b>and </b>get off hisp. His <b>arms </b>wrapped around me to keep me <b>in </b>ce then proceeded to torture me by kissing down my neck and nibbling at my ear. It was my turn to groan, and suddenly, I had all the <b>guys </b>attention focused on us.
Patrick let out a deep chuckle, knowing we <b>had </b>an audience, <b>and </b>shifted in the <b>chair </b>until the other guys <b>had </b><b>a </b>clear view of <b>his </b>actions. I whimpered, having an idea <b>of </b>what he was nning to do. When he slipped his <b>hands </b>under <b>my </b>shirt to <b>cup </b>my breasts, I moaned. Patrick wrapped his legs around mine so they were pinned open. The skirt I was wearing slid up my thighs, andke made <b>a </b>noise when my panties were exposed and he caught sight of the damp patch that was quickly <b>spreading</b>.
“Arm’s up, love,” Patrick murmured into my <b>ear</b><b>, </b><b>and </b>I quicklyplied. He pulled my shirt off, tossed it behind him, and then unhooked and slid off my bra. My bra went in the same direction as my shirt, and when the cool air brushed across my exposed heated breasts, my nipples immediately hardened, and there were mure groans from our audience.
Are you ok with this love? Patrick asked quietly.
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With that assurance, Patrick went back to focusing on my breasts, pinching and tugging on my nipples. I moaned quietly, my core clenching could feel my panties getting wetter, and I badly wanted to feet his fingers or, better yet, bis dick sliding into me, 1 thust my hips up,
old take the bied, but he ignored me taking his time teasing my wipples <b>until </b>I was shaking and panting on hisp