I’ll text you soon." She leaned in and kissed Harriet on the cheek before running off.She thought for a moment about actually paying a visit to her ...grandma. She could ask her about the curse, but she hated going over there. It depressed her because her grandmother was slipping and always ended up nagging at her as if she was her mother. Or she asked her the most random questions and tried to feed her stale candy.The last time she was over, her grandmother actually asked when she was going to. So, slowly, I opened the door, my mature friend led me out to a few gasps, "Look what we have here" and "Lovely" and one comment about being a "Horny slut" etc (Smooth Talkers eh?)As I looked around, I couldn't believe my luck, apart from one guy (Who'd been designated as the lookout?) they were all mature guys, so, on my first trip out, I'd hit the jackpot as far as I was concerned!I then essentially took instructions from John, my mature friend, for about 40 minutes or so, starting with a. Her mind finally cleared. She rolled over and began to study the room. It seemed like an empty bedroom in a house that had been recently vacated. She struggled to her feet. She hopped around the room examining the walls, two boarded up windows and a closed door. She backed up to it and tried the handle. Locked. “What a surprise,” she thought bitterly. Then, she hopped back and hurled her body against the door. She bounced back falling back on the floor.She struggle to rise and hurled herself. I pulled her back and guided the head of my cock to her tight virgin little fuckhole. Now she was crying and pleading, No! please god..no!! Let me go…please! she pushed her hands at me and then I wriggled my hips up and let my cock rub against her clit and inside her plump lips. One day Id have her begging for my cock, but this was what it was going to take to make her mind and know that I wasnt fooling around. She was slick and hot and started to thrash when I pressed my cock forward, it.