Wo agee bethi aur me piche phir wo dire-2 bike chalane lagi. Me uske touch ho kar beth gaya me bar-bar hath uski jhangho par laga raha tha wo kuch nah...i boli mera hosla bhada to me uski jip par hat lagane laga tab bhi wo kuch nahi boli to me uski jip kolnrlaga tab wo boli yaha nahi rohit tome bhola koi nahi dekega. Tab me uski jip me hath dal kar panty par hath rakha n cooth k baal ko touch kiya n choot k ched me hath gusaya. Wo boli rhoit ab tum hi chalao bike aur bike chalata hua central par. In a flash she was across the room and sitting on my lap; I had vastly underestimated this girl.“What the… what the hell are you doing?”She started undoing buttons on my shirt. “I’m going to fuck your brains out. That week at the beach I saw you staring at me every time we went swimming and then at night I would hear you fucking my sister in the room next door. I couldn’t get any cause of mom and dad… and I heard you have a really nice cock,” she said as a mischievous grin spread across her. When it was over she pulled back, swallowed a final time, and smiled. Brett slipped down to the floor, gasping for breath. Sarah looked at his still-erect penis with great respect, then kissed him again, this time more deeply. The kiss lingered, and I saw her hand gently cup his scrotum. Brett couldn’t resist. He couldn’t even move. But Sarah was just getting started, and Ollie was back on his feet, his right hand absently stroking his penis. She looked up at him, and it was clear she wasn’t. The mask reminded me of a Batman mask without the pointy ears. This person also wore a white robe with a hood. He was standing next to a steel drum labeled SOLUTION 97.1. The drum was open at the top. On the ground near this steel drum was a large black plastic bag filled with white powder. This hooded person stood behind a desk. On the desk was an open box. The hooded person held in his left hand a plastic container of some sort—a container most likely from the box. The container had the words.