Could she be any more of the ‘bitch’ stereotype? I walked into her room, the lights were dimmed and a few candles were lit. She was concerned about Lacy finding out, and how would she feel knowing that while her father had been raping her, in the next room her mother was blowing her brother! A couple minutes later she called out “well, are you coming?” I jumped to my feet and began walking towards her room, my dick still sticking out. You can’t!!”
“Then do we have a deal?” I stared at her as she thought a long while. Actually, I was surprised how wet she was. We discussed US, however that makes it sound weird though. I took my cock out of her once I felt it softening, and tucked it into my pants and zipped them up. “Hey you, how was your day?” She greeted me. Her eyes were closed, and she was holding onto the back of the sofa bouncing up and down naked.
