We’ve known each other only two weeks, and out the window goes the need to be at our best, to impress, to primp and preen. Sweat pants. Cramps. Brin...ging you some Thai. Eating soup together on the futon while watching a documentary. And you burped too, a really good, loud one. Served us right for eating on the futon and not sitting up properly at the table – you took in too much air while eating. Keeping it real, you said. I agree. But that is so not ordinary. Not after two weeks. No, it wasn’t. I got ready to get my ass fucked by his huge cock, but he had something else in his mind. He quickly grabbed the glass toy again and pushed it inside my ass slowly. “Oh, fuck.” I could only moan at that time. “You are a beautiful slut, Jennifer. You are a very dirty woman, who fucks with her friend’s son. Now tell me you want me to fuck you,” Adam whispered into my ear. “Yes, I’m a dirty woman, and you are very, very dirty young man. I want you to fuck me hard,” I replied, being dirty with. That's what sex is to me, a drug that I need every day. Here was my fix, Tracy's lovely young tight wet cunt. I was overcome with an incredible lust for her; I eased her down on to the stair and spread her legs. Her pussy was there for the taking, young wet and so inviting. I plunged my face in to her crotch and gorged myself on her cunt. Tracy let out a deep groan," Ugh... ugh... ughhhhhh, yes, that feels perfect... yes... do it. Eat it, eat my cunt. Oh God, yesssss, suck it. Fuck me Ann, fuck. We meet up on the corner of my road, “Well, what happened yesterday” I asked “Nothing, mom was her usual self, it was as if nothing had happened at all” I knew he wasn’t lying, we could tell this about each other having been friends for 9 years. After school he invited me over his so we could do our home work together, I was a little nervous as I walked into the kitchen, but Heather didn’t act any differently to how she normally does, we both couldn’t believe she was like this after I had, what.