the hampton nanny steps in

The twins shrieked in panic as they flailed in their defense, mercilessly wailed on by the three tougher fighters. Kim was suddenly heaved off of Paris, swung by her hair so that her face crashed into the wall with a painful sounding crunch. Diabla looked up to take a powerful uppercut to the chin, blasting her off her feet and crashing through a desk.

?Nanny Mona!? Nicky chimed excitedly. Melissa turned to see a pudgy, slightly aging woman with brown curls that just showed signs of gray. She had a flabby-looking build, but it was solid enough to indicate some real muscle beneath it. The blows alone showed that. She was the girls? personal nanny, and unofficial bodyguard (which they didn?t like to admit, especially since she personally made many of their occasional wins happen to begin with).

?You girls getting into trouble again?? she asked in husky voice, folding her saggy arms scoldingly, but some tenderness in her faintly European accent. Melissa raised her fists weakly, unwilling to go without a fight.

This did leave her open to a double-fisted bash into her **** pussy from behind by both sisters. She went down with her mouth in a perfect O.

The Hamptons stomped away at her eagerly, Mona smiling fondly at them as they did. ?Oh how you girls grow up so quickly,? she sighed.

Paris grabbed the belt in one hand, the KO?d Kim?s hair in the other. ?Auntie Mona, can we keep them?? she gushy in tooth aching sweetness. Nicky kept Diabla and Melissa?s heads under her arms in simple headlocks as she chimed in. ?Pleeeease??

?Very well. Gather up your toys, girls, we?re heading home.?