" I'm not leaving until you talk to me."Crystal stepped directly in front of the woman. "Honey, you get your ass back in that van and get the fuck out... of here or I'm going to take that microphone and jam it right straight up your tight little ass." You wouldn't dare," the woman sneered."I've got a black belt that says, 'You want to try me, sister?' Ten ... Nine ... Eight..." We'll see about this. You can't bully me." Five ... Four..." All right, but we haven't seen the last of this." She turned. She was on the track and field team, but the other girls never gave her much attention. She sure liked looking at them in the locker room. She had developed into size b tits and had hair on her pussy. The was sort of an underground club of girls called The Mascara Posse. She desperately wanted to join it so she could become popular. She walked into the bathroom where the 5 girls were having a meeting. They were smoking pot. ‘Can I have a hit?’ she asked. She had never smoked it before. A girl. Her thoughts were consumed by sex, by the feeling of Melina fingering her… Kayla pulled her skirt off, reasoning that she could save time when Scott entered by undressing now. But really, she just wanted to give her own hands easy access. Parting her legs slightly where she stood, she placed a single finger atop her clit and applied a gentle pressure. Oh, how easy it would be to relieve her own tension here and now. Swirling her finger around in slow circles, a plan started to form in her. Her crying, screaming, and begging have turned to grunting, moaning, and heavy breathing. Her resistance is failing as her desires betray her. Her panties are soaked. Her nipples ache from his biting and pulling. She is still calling, no, no, stop, as she tries to resist him. She fears him, fears cumming for this stranger who has invaded her home and violated her.Her will to resist has failed. Just as she is about to cum the robber turns off her panty vibrator and rips her panties off. The MILF.