Ha ha ha.Amaya – Are such waste boys still there on earth? My god! These idiots who don’t even have the guts to approach a girl. Who will ever mar...ry him and live happily?Dad- who cares about him. All I care about is drilling your pussy and ass now.After hearing these words, my heart was literally destroyed. The girl I loved for 3 years just called me a ‘waste’. My father who thought me about morals, how to respect women, not talk to girls and be decent was there in front of my eyes kissing some. I'd decided I wouldn't have sex until I fell in love. Until I thought that I could spend the rest of my life with someone, and he could return the favour. That someone, it turned out, was Kevin. While Rissa was fucking Max to within an inch of his life, I was debating that area below the waist, and how I might allow Kevin to explore it.I told Rissa about my plans, and the next day Max asked me to have a coffee with him. I thought maybe he was wanting to break up with Clarissa, and thought she. As Jaimie imagined Kim clutching her back, riding her fingers while slick cum ran down Jaimie’s fingers and hand, she began bucking her hips against her own fingers. She was getting close now. Jaimie thought about the sound of Kim’s moan and the way she would shudder against Jaimie; the way Kim would lean into Jaime’s body to hold herself up as each wave crashed through her. She imagined biting Kim’s neck as she came, fingers thrusting wetly into her friend as she made her mark. Jaimie could. .." Becky was shocked to hear this. "... Trained Comet. How did you manage to do that? I mean, we would have heard you and him if you two were... playing together like this." Duh!" Stephanie groaned. "We went down in Uncle Jesse's recording studio of course. Its soundproof, remember."Becky was mad at herself for not thinking of her husband's recording studio herself. It made it the obvious place if she wanted to keep her encounter with Comet a secret. But then, if she had done that, she and DJ.