"MOM!"

The girl calls for her mother. Brad is confused at first, then realizes he may have made a huge mistake. He steps back taking his hand off the girl's chest and letting her hand fall off his crotch.

"Your mother is home?" He asks, trying not to sound terrified. The girl nods. "I thought your parents had left."

"My dad left," she says, "but my mom is still here." Brad mutters curses underneath his breath, hoping this wont get too out of hand, hoping that perhaps they'll agree to a monetary settlement and not go to the tabloids. A million different scenarios run through his head. But one scenario does not.

The girls mother rounds a corner and comes into sight. She's a tall woman in her early 40's, short red hair, large breasts, long legs, youthful face. She's dressed in a pair of jeans and a white bra. Brad is unsure why, until the young girl turns to speak to her mother.

A smile creeps across her face. "Mom, Brad Pitt is gonna cum all over me... wanna watch?"

"Of course," she answers. "You gonna do it in the doorway or come on in Mr Pitt?" As the girl and her mother lead him into the house, Brad tries hard to figure out this turn of events. Not sure what's going on, he might as well just enjoy what's to come. But one thought does enter his mind: Angelina, who's sitting at home waiting for him. She deserves to be involved in this too. But is this really a time to be making demands?