Jenny's heart was pounding in her chest as they walked up to the door. This was her best friends house for gawd sake! Would Leah be there, or just her father Marcus?
Jenny's dad was well-off, but Leah was an outright rich girl. It was a long walk up the path from the circular front drive to the door.
Chocolate-colored Leah lived most of the time with her divorced African-American father, a successful investor, although some weekends she spent with her mom Marge, a beautiful blond MILF, so there was a chance she wasn't there. Jenny's thoughts raced, trying to remember if this was one of the occasional weekends when her globe-trotting mom was in town.
She forced herself to breath steady, glanced at Tammy (who wasn't saying anything and just stared back with big eyes) then put her finger on the intercom buzzer.
After a minute, a voice came back over the intercom. It was Marcus. "Yes? Who is it?"
"Um... It's Jenny and Tammy..." She took a deep breath and added. "Daddy sent us."
She heard a chuckle, then Marcus said, "Just a minute."
After a bit, through the stained glass, she could see some movement, then heard the door unlocking. It opened and they saw...
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