She tip toed up the stairs and into the bed room and when she finally realized she was in a bed room she decided to take a little nap.A few hours late...r she woke up to the sound of voices down stairs and footsteps growing closer. She jumped up and hid by the closet where no one would be able to see her until they were in the room at which point she planed to jump to the door close it and do-in whoever it was who had come to get her.The door opened and a boy about her age stepped in and walked to. “Let me taste you,” he asked.With a sigh, the rest of her clothes were shed. He lay back. Her slim legs rested beside his head. Taking hold of her firm ass, he brought her pussy to his mouth. Already well lubricated. Her clit already hardening. He teased it harder and brought it out of its fleshy hood enclosure. Her efforts on his cock became more haphazard as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.“Joe,” she moaned.“What?” he returned, briefly removing his mouth from her pleasuring to. But now my anger was greater than my pleasure and I refused to part my red lips.Then the first guy knelt behind me. He took me by the waist and made me spread my legs wider. Then I felt the hot wet head of his cock slid between my buttocks and glided down past my ass until it separated my labia. The bastard stroked back and forth between my pussy lips, letting each thrust rub his head against my clitoris. I moaned with the pleasure of his touch, but still I refused to open my mouth for my. He warned me that Myrna could run faster at her age than any man on this end of the state. He also said that I better get used to her cooking, or I might have to go back to France to eat anything even remotely tasting like a woman had made it. He said all the other women in the county followed Myrna's lead when it came to their cookin'. I never claimed to be the smartest one in the crowd, but I knew if it was like my grandfather had told me, I needed to stay friends with her or starve. We did.