The kitchen was in disarray, but not in a comical way where explosions turned everyone into black caricatures like in some cartoons. Instead, bowls of various ingredients were neatly arranged on the counter. The oven mitts were thrown on the floor, and the microwave door was open, with some cookies inside. More cookies were arranged on a small table in the kitchen - some slightly burnt, but mostly golden and delicious-looking. The mess was the result of the two girls' cooking adventures.
"This is cream, egg yolk, and powdered sugar. Everything seems normal. What could have gone wrong?" Jessica frantically examined the ingredients in the bowls.
"Calm down, we need to stay calm. Maybe the problem isn't the cookies," Lindsay advised, trying to keep a level head. "We both ate the cookies and nothing happened to us, right?"
"Then what could it be?" Jessica frowned for a moment before suddenly realizing something. At the same time, Lindsay blurted out, "The drinks!"
"You were responsible for mixing the drinks. Could you have accidentally added something, or is this part of your other plan?" Jessica stared at Lindsay intently.
"What? No way! This is your house, and I got here early, remember? I brought what we talked about. Besides, we agreed to take the next step in the bedroom. There is no other plan!" Lindsay shouted, and Jessica quickly put a finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet.
Lindsay covered her mouth and nervously hunched her neck as both girls turned to look behind them. Angela was still sitting in a high chair, gently rocking her legs, her face slightly flushed and her eyes narrowed with a goofy smile, seemingly oblivious to everything. The two girls breathed a sigh of relief but remained worried.
"Angela seems... drunk?" Jessica hesitated, looking at Lindsay.
"I don't know," Lindsay shrugged. "At least my dad doesn't look like that when he's drunk."
After thinking for a few seconds, Jessica decided to put the issue aside for the moment. "Alright, let's focus on the issue of the drink. Since none of us drank it, it must be the culprit. Find all the drinks you mixed!"
"Okay, okay," Lindsay got a stool, stepped on it, and opened the cabinet, bringing down all kinds of drinks. "Oh my, how many did you mix?"
Jessica was surprised to see the increasing variety of plastic bottles and cartons, "There seems to be ten different kinds in here."
"I poured a little bit from almost all of them," Lindsay said, stacking them all on the counter and starting to count. "First is apple juice... then vegetable juice... next is orange juice..."
As Lindsay continued to count, Jessica suddenly widened her eyes and grabbed a bottle that Lindsay had just opened. "Wait! What is this?!"
"What's wrong?" Lindsay asked curiously as Jessica struggled to speak, then covered her forehead and groaned, "Oh my God, this is my dad's whiskey!"
"Whiskey?" Lindsay blinked, picked up the bottle and examined it. "It says it's orange juice."
"For heaven's sake! Have you ever seen orange juice that's this golden?" Jessica laughed helplessly.
"I thought it was a new variety," Lindsay shrugged innocently, "Besides, who would put whiskey in a orange juice bottle?"
"My dad would," Jessica said, covering her eyes, "I should have told my mom."
"So... what do we do now?" Lindsay scratched her head.
"I don't know, maybe..." Jessica turned her head to look at Angela. But to her horror, she saw Angela holding a bottle of drink and tilting her head to down the rest of it.
"Stop, Angela!" Jessica shouted and rushed to snatch the bottle away, thankfully leaving a small remaining amount.
"Jessica?" Angela opened her eyes slightly and looked at the girl in front of her for a long time before saying, "You look so beautiful today~"
"Thanks, I know. You said that before," Jessica replied, handing the bottle to Lindsay behind her and urging her to take it.
"Jessica," Angela called again.
"What... what is this?"
"Why... do we have to turn on the heating in the summer~"
"Heat...ing?"
Before Jessica could understand what was happening, Angela suddenly opened her collar, revealing the snow-white skin on her chest. Her face turned even redder, like a ripe apple about to drip juice. She half undressed and leaned lazily against the chair, a faint smile on her face. Her slightly messy hair partially covered her face, and her narrow eyes occasionally revealed hidden desire, creating an enchanting and mesmerizing aura that made Jessica inexplicably swallow her saliva.
"Ang-angela, are you okay?" Jessica tried to call out.
Angela didn't answer, but reached for the buttons of her clothes and unbuttoned them one by one, revealing a white tank top underneath. Before she could completely remove her clothes, she lifted the tank top as if to undress all at once. Jessica quickly grabbed her hand, "All right, Angela, let me help you to the bathroom and wipe your face with a damp towel, okay?"
The girl looked at her blankly, then giggled, "Jessica~ you look so beautiful~ I... love you~"
"Yeah, yeah, I love you too." Jessica sighed and helped her out of the chair. But at that moment Angela suddenly hugged her and pressed her against the table, kissing her passionately on the lips.
Jessica's eyes widened in shock, not expecting such an ambush from Angela. She struggled to push her away, but before she could do anything, Angela had slipped her tongue into her mouth. Jessica's mind became a blur and she found herself following Angela's rhythm and joining in the passionate kiss.
With the only bit of reason left, Jessica grabbed Angela's slender waist and began to caress and gently knead her way up, just like the last time, when those moves had left Angela weak and powerless. This time, however, those tricks seemed to have no effect on Angela. Instead, she responded by touching Jessica's body through her clothing.
Faced with this unexpected advance, Jessica's breathing became faster. She tried to struggle, but Angela pinned her firmly to the table, leaving her no way to escape except to kick her legs in vain.
With a soft sigh, their lips finally parted, connected by a faint thread of saliva. Jessica lay on the table, face flushed, panting heavily, but before she could regain her senses, the excited Angela buried her head again, licking and kissing her soft neck and cheeks.
"Ang... Angela, stop, please," Jessica gasped, but in the next moment she screamed as Angela's hand slipped inside her skirt and moved up her thigh.
"Please spare me! Spare me!" Jessica's voice was now trembling, and in desperation she reached out and grabbed Angela's small breasts as if she were under tremendous stimulation. Angela let out a sweet moan and tightened her grip, while her other hand forcefully pulled down Jessica's panties, dragging them over her knees.
Pinned to the kitchen table, Jessica finally remembered that there was someone else who could help. Just before Angela's hand reached under her skirt again, she cried out, "Lindsay! Help me! Help me!"
Staring blankly to the side, Lindsay finally came to her senses and rushed forward to grab Angela's hand and pull her away.
Angela slowly turned around and saw Lindsay trying to help her, revealing a smile. But when she felt Lindsay's touch, she sensed something and took two steps back.
"Lindsay, you look so beautiful today~ I love you!" Angela held out her arms to Lindsay.
Lindsay screamed, turned and tried to run, but her movement was too sudden and she stumbled and fell to the ground. Before she could feel the pain, Angela was on her knees behind her, hugging her from behind. Lindsay struggled to crawl forward, holding onto the leg of the table and refusing to let go.
However, Angela had no intention of turning her over, instead, she hugged Lindsay from behind, just as she had done with Jessica, licking and kissing her tender neck and occasionally nibbling at her small earlobes, blowing gently into her ear, making Lindsay's whole body weak and unable to resist.
Meanwhile, Angela's hands continued to roam Lindsay's petite body. Although Lindsay wore pants and was not subjected to the same treatment as Jessica, her clothing offered little protection and Angela's hands slipped under her waist and touched her most sensitive areas.
With her face flushed, Lindsay tried to brace herself against the leg of the table, but under Angela's teasing, her grip weakened and she cried out, "Jessica! Help!"
Finally regaining her senses, Jessica struggled to sit up and tried to intervene and stop Angela from violating Lindsay. However, she forgot to pull up her panties and her feet got caught in them. Screaming, she fell forward.
As a result, the three girls rolled into a bundle on the floor. Although it was somewhat painful, Lindsay managed to escape Angela's clutches. Disheveled but safe, she quickly dragged Jessica into a corner and hid with her.
Angela seemed to have suffered a severe blow as she lay on the floor with her eyes half closed. After scratching her head for a while, she struggled to sit up, looked around in confusion, and then smiled brightly at the two girls in the corner. Jessica and Lindsay were startled, but Angela suddenly fell to the floor, turned away from them, and curled up motionless.
Hugging each other tightly, the two girls looked at each other, still not daring to move. Until a soft, seemingly nasal sound reached their ears.
Is Angela... asleep?
The kitchen was in disarray, but not in a comical way where explosions turned everyone into black caricatures like in some cartoons. Instead, bowls of various ingredients were neatly arranged on the counter. The oven mitts were thrown on the floor, and the microwave door was open, with some cookies inside. More cookies were arranged on a small table in the kitchen - some slightly burnt, but mostly golden and delicious-looking. The mess was the result of the two girls' cooking adventures.
"This is cream, egg yolk, and powdered sugar. Everything seems normal. What could have gone wrong?" Jessica frantically examined the ingredients in the bowls.
"Calm down, we need to stay calm. Maybe the problem isn't the cookies," Lindsay advised, trying to keep a level head. "We both ate the cookies and nothing happened to us, right?"
"Then what could it be?" Jessica frowned for a moment before suddenly realizing something. At the same time, Lindsay blurted out, "The drinks!"
"You were responsible for mixing the drinks. Could you have accidentally added something, or is this part of your other plan?" Jessica stared at Lindsay intently.
"What? No way! This is your house, and I got here early, remember? I brought what we talked about. Besides, we agreed to take the next step in the bedroom. There is no other plan!" Lindsay shouted, and Jessica quickly put a finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet.
Lindsay covered her mouth and nervously hunched her neck as both girls turned to look behind them. Angela was still sitting in a high chair, gently rocking her legs, her face slightly flushed and her eyes narrowed with a goofy smile, seemingly oblivious to everything. The two girls breathed a sigh of relief but remained worried.
"Angela seems... drunk?" Jessica hesitated, looking at Lindsay.
"I don't know," Lindsay shrugged. "At least my dad doesn't look like that when he's drunk."
After thinking for a few seconds, Jessica decided to put the issue aside for the moment. "Alright, let's focus on the issue of the drink. Since none of us drank it, it must be the culprit. Find all the drinks you mixed!"
"Okay, okay," Lindsay got a stool, stepped on it, and opened the cabinet, bringing down all kinds of drinks. "Oh my, how many did you mix?"
Jessica was surprised to see the increasing variety of plastic bottles and cartons, "There seems to be ten different kinds in here."
"I poured a little bit from almost all of them," Lindsay said, stacking them all on the counter and starting to count. "First is apple juice... then vegetable juice... next is orange juice..."
As Lindsay continued to count, Jessica suddenly widened her eyes and grabbed a bottle that Lindsay had just opened. "Wait! What is this?!"
"What's wrong?" Lindsay asked curiously as Jessica struggled to speak, then covered her forehead and groaned, "Oh my God, this is my dad's whiskey!"
"Whiskey?" Lindsay blinked, picked up the bottle and examined it. "It says it's orange juice."
"For heaven's sake! Have you ever seen orange juice that's this golden?" Jessica laughed helplessly.
"I thought it was a new variety," Lindsay shrugged innocently, "Besides, who would put whiskey in a orange juice bottle?"
"My dad would," Jessica said, covering her eyes, "I should have told my mom."
"So... what do we do now?" Lindsay scratched her head.
"I don't know, maybe..." Jessica turned her head to look at Angela. But to her horror, she saw Angela holding a bottle of drink and tilting her head to down the rest of it.
"Stop, Angela!" Jessica shouted and rushed to snatch the bottle away, thankfully leaving a small remaining amount.
"Jessica?" Angela opened her eyes slightly and looked at the girl in front of her for a long time before saying, "You look so beautiful today~"
"Thanks, I know. You said that before," Jessica replied, handing the bottle to Lindsay behind her and urging her to take it.
"Jessica," Angela called again.
"What... what is this?"
"Why... do we have to turn on the heating in the summer~"
"Heat...ing?"
Before Jessica could understand what was happening, Angela suddenly opened her collar, revealing the snow-white skin on her chest. Her face turned even redder, like a ripe apple about to drip juice. She half undressed and leaned lazily against the chair, a faint smile on her face. Her slightly messy hair partially covered her face, and her narrow eyes occasionally revealed hidden desire, creating an enchanting and mesmerizing aura that made Jessica inexplicably swallow her saliva.
"Ang-angela, are you okay?" Jessica tried to call out.
Angela didn't answer, but reached for the buttons of her clothes and unbuttoned them one by one, revealing a white tank top underneath. Before she could completely remove her clothes, she lifted the tank top as if to undress all at once. Jessica quickly grabbed her hand, "All right, Angela, let me help you to the bathroom and wipe your face with a damp towel, okay?"
The girl looked at her blankly, then giggled, "Jessica~ you look so beautiful~ I... love you~"
"Yeah, yeah, I love you too." Jessica sighed and helped her out of the chair. But at that moment Angela suddenly hugged her and pressed her against the table, kissing her passionately on the lips.
Jessica's eyes widened in shock, not expecting such an ambush from Angela. She struggled to push her away, but before she could do anything, Angela had slipped her tongue into her mouth. Jessica's mind became a blur and she found herself following Angela's rhythm and joining in the passionate kiss.
With the only bit of reason left, Jessica grabbed Angela's slender waist and began to caress and gently knead her way up, just like the last time, when those moves had left Angela weak and powerless. This time, however, those tricks seemed to have no effect on Angela. Instead, she responded by touching Jessica's body through her clothing.
Faced with this unexpected advance, Jessica's breathing became faster. She tried to struggle, but Angela pinned her firmly to the table, leaving her no way to escape except to kick her legs in vain.
With a soft sigh, their lips finally parted, connected by a faint thread of saliva. Jessica lay on the table, face flushed, panting heavily, but before she could regain her senses, the excited Angela buried her head again, licking and kissing her soft neck and cheeks.
"Ang... Angela, stop, please," Jessica gasped, but in the next moment she screamed as Angela's hand slipped inside her skirt and moved up her thigh.
"Please spare me! Spare me!" Jessica's voice was now trembling, and in desperation she reached out and grabbed Angela's small breasts as if she were under tremendous stimulation. Angela let out a sweet moan and tightened her grip, while her other hand forcefully pulled down Jessica's panties, dragging them over her knees.
Pinned to the kitchen table, Jessica finally remembered that there was someone else who could help. Just before Angela's hand reached under her skirt again, she cried out, "Lindsay! Help me! Help me!"
Staring blankly to the side, Lindsay finally came to her senses and rushed forward to grab Angela's hand and pull her away.
Angela slowly turned around and saw Lindsay trying to help her, revealing a smile. But when she felt Lindsay's touch, she sensed something and took two steps back.
"Lindsay, you look so beautiful today~ I love you!" Angela held out her arms to Lindsay.
Lindsay screamed, turned and tried to run, but her movement was too sudden and she stumbled and fell to the ground. Before she could feel the pain, Angela was on her knees behind her, hugging her from behind. Lindsay struggled to crawl forward, holding onto the leg of the table and refusing to let go.
However, Angela had no intention of turning her over, instead, she hugged Lindsay from behind, just as she had done with Jessica, licking and kissing her tender neck and occasionally nibbling at her small earlobes, blowing gently into her ear, making Lindsay's whole body weak and unable to resist.
Meanwhile, Angela's hands continued to roam Lindsay's petite body. Although Lindsay wore pants and was not subjected to the same treatment as Jessica, her clothing offered little protection and Angela's hands slipped under her waist and touched her most sensitive areas.
With her face flushed, Lindsay tried to brace herself against the leg of the table, but under Angela's teasing, her grip weakened and she cried out, "Jessica! Help!"
Finally regaining her senses, Jessica struggled to sit up and tried to intervene and stop Angela from violating Lindsay. However, she forgot to pull up her panties and her feet got caught in them. Screaming, she fell forward.
As a result, the three girls rolled into a bundle on the floor. Although it was somewhat painful, Lindsay managed to escape Angela's clutches. Disheveled but safe, she quickly dragged Jessica into a corner and hid with her.
Angela seemed to have suffered a severe blow as she lay on the floor with her eyes half closed. After scratching her head for a while, she struggled to sit up, looked around in confusion, and then smiled brightly at the two girls in the corner. Jessica and Lindsay were startled, but Angela suddenly fell to the floor, turned away from them, and curled up motionless.
Hugging each other tightly, the two girls looked at each other, still not daring to move. Until a soft, seemingly nasal sound reached their ears.
Is Angela... asleep?
