She was a bit of a heroine to some of us to be honest.She was close to her sister and used to come to some of the parties with us, partly because she ...like to drink and dance (let’s not kid anyone here, there was always plenty of booze and the odd joint) and partly because Beth’s parents (and mine) were more inclined to let us go if Helen was there to ‘look after us’. When we got to the party she would get a bottle of Cider and find a comfortable corner and spend the night taking the piss out of. He got up from the table grabbed his briefcase and left without saying a word.Shay was stunned, why would he act like that she had not done anything to cause him to ignore her such as that. Shay got up and cleared the dishes from the table, as she was cleaning up she noticed the mail on the table where Jon had been sitting, she noticed it was a letter from the bank. Oh dear, not again, surely she had not bounced a check again, she unfolded the letter, she felt her heartrate double as she read. And he had inflicted far worse injuries on her. She went back to staring at her coffee.“She’s not in disguise. Neither am I,” said a voice behind her. It was a voice that haunted Ana’s nightmares and pranced across her dreams, and it was a voice she was too depressed to hear.Startled, Ana tried to stand up abruptly, but in her hasty attempt to leave, and Audrey’s subsequent defeat of the attempt by grabbing her and pulling her back, she nearly knocked over her coffee. Thwarted, she looked out. ”I brushed her nipple, making her pussy clench on my dick. “Trust me, your tits are plenty real for me. I love them.”“Really?”“Really.” I gave her a kiss, my body buzzing from our orgasms. She felt so hot and wet around my cock. She must be so full of my cum.When I broke the kiss, she asked in a girlish, excited voice, “Can I see it?”“My cock?”She nodded her head vigorously.“Sure.” I groaned as I rolled off her body, my cock sliding out of her pussy. The tip was so sensitive. I rolled onto my.