We reached home and I opened the door.It was dark inside and I took her to the bedroom. I switched on the tube light and she sat on the bed. I said ne...xt to her but she wasn’t talking. Her silence was killing me. I again kissed her on her cheeks holding her in my arms. She blushed and pushed me back. I again made the move and this time I kissed her lips. She closed her eyes as my lips were touching her lips and the nearby areas of her face. Then I pushed her on the bed and forced me over her.. ’ Mike nodded and flipped away his cigarette. ‘Right as usual, superstar Debbie. The way I figure it, our problem is we’re the last of the unrepentant, unreconstructed, hopeless southern romantics. We belong in 1868, not 1968. Someone should have kept us from reading, ‘Ivanhoe,’ when we were kids and I know we’ve read, and seen, ‘Gone With the Wind,’ way too many times. ‘But instead of a great romance, what we got was two old friends who were so smashed one night they started making out. And. I never found out the third guy's name.I gave the man who ran the ride our tickets and we started to get into the car for the roller coaster. As soon as I got in, Brett jumped in front of Bucket and sat beside me. Bucket sat down next to Ronnie. I noticed that his third friend had a camera.As he took a picture, I turned my head. "That's unusual," said Brett. "A pretty girl who isn't so stuck on herself that she wants to always have her picture taken." Not so unusual," I said. "I have a. ” Came the request from the other officer. “Spread your legs against the car, hands on the bonnet and do not move.” The probing of my hole continued, one long finger pressing down with incremental slowness then pulling out. I gasped, a moan escaping my lips. Shorty’s fingers trailed along my backside then dipped into my pussy, his index finger exploring the wet sodden hole that was my cunt as I closed my eyes and shivered with delight. “Open your legs wider. I need to make sure this is a.