..Sure, we exchanged some vague pictures but none of her pictures did justice to how beautiful she looked in real life...She whore tight jeans with sh...ort black boots underneath, a clean white shirt nicely exposing her beautiful forms. She had half-short black hair, neathly cut, and the only hint of this being a naughty girl was the nipple-piercing sticking thrue her shirt.This girl was truely beautiful, what made me even more nervous, thankfully she broke the ice when a sweet "hello" came out. She desperately needed to go to the ladies’ room, so went into the house and, because the downstairs bathroom was occupied she headed up the stairs to go to use the upstairs bathroom. When she reached the second floor she started down the hall and, as she passed one of the bedrooms, she was startled to hear what sounded like moans coming from behind the closed bedroom door. Intrigued, but feeling a little guilty about what she was doing, she quietly opened the door a tiny bit. What she saw in. I could feel his monster cock pressing against me, straining to be free of his jeans. I ground my hips against him, forcing a groan from deep in his chest. Kevin’s hands moved to my shoulders, his fingers tugging at the straps of my night gown. His lips moved to the side of my neck, hot and searching as he moved further down to my shoulders. He continued to move down my chest to my nipples. He sucked the right nipple into his mouth while he teased the left with his agile fingers. I could feel. I don't know what is going on here. It could be the most important thing in the world. It could be some idiot trying to drive up the price of Cumquats. I just don't know, and I don't like it." I was trying not to yell; she didn't deserve that."Would it make you feel better if you knew some of what was going on?" She whispered quietly. "Even if that knowledge was dangerous to all of us? Even if knowing it had brought about disaster before? Is it really that important to you?" Poor Victoria. I.