The black one, Jamal, sat down close to me. I touched his arm and smiled; then he leaned in to kiss me.I responded and soon he was also taking care of... my tits.Ramón came back, looking what was happening. He reached out and lifted my t-shirt. He whispered as he discovered my bare buttocks. His black mate then lifted the t-shirt over my head and I stood naked in front of those horny guys. Jamal now rolled his soft fingers on my hard nipples.I felt wet and started moaning under his naughty. I would usually sleep in panties and a nighty or oversized tshirt. Pretty much every night those panties would be slipped around my ankles so I could spread my legs and rub my clit until I came hard trying not to scream. My favourite though was to have my knickers around my ankles and humping my pillow. Oh jeez, I loved that! The hours I must have spent rubbing my mound, just grinding away onto that pillow, making my metal bed frame squeak slightly. That WAS my favourite until I discovered just. I watched the ambulance crew working on the mother and boy. I didn't see the two girls but there were several ambulances present by then, so they were probably in one further away.My head was throbbing, I suppose because of the smoke, as well as all the booze I'd consumed that evening. People kept coming up and congratulating me, telling me I was a hero. Damn, I didn't want or need that. Shortly after the police came over and started moving everyone further back, away from the fire. I took this. “Time for your pussy to be pierced, my dear,” she said. Steph stripped down, again, and spread her legs. Steph quickly pierced her outer lips, twice on each side; her inner lips once each, and the hood of her clit. Seven piercings. By the end her cunt was dripping. She loved the pain of the needles, but Amanda took every opportunity to play with her too. Steph’s life now consisted of visiting Fitz at the tattoo parlour each day to get her dragon coloured in, followed by steamy sex with one or.