I waited quietly to let what I said sink in. I only felt that there was only one here who still spoke all of the older languages fluently as well as b...eing able to read and write them.Speaking in a more modern language a man asked me, “How is it you come to believe that we would accept you into any of our houses based on some form of linguistic trickery? Those who would bring death and ruin upon our families would spare no amount of effort to train an agent in our languages. Of course you would. There was always Jane, upstairs, and her mother Kendra too. But Jane, though unbelievably hot, was half-crazy, and Kendra was usually scurrying off to a rendezvous with Mister Penis. So Laura had sulked and stewed for days, avoiding Randi at work, not answering the phone at home in case it was Deshona trying to make amends. Deshona had even left her messages on her voice mail, both at home and at work, which Laura had deleted without listening to them. The bitch, Laura thought. How arrogant of. At school, I'm hearing about all the orgasms that they're giving and getting and all I do is stand and listen while my pussy gets wet. I'm tired of being on the sidelines, I want to get fucked. Sorry to be so blunt, but its that simple.Now, Brandon is sixteen and is currently just dating around, no steady girlfriend. I do know that he's had sex with at least three girls, one for over a year and a half. She used to come over after school and I could hear them in his bedroom. Boy, did they have. Use me now.’ She’s right – it’s time for me to fill her. ‘Come here.’ I tell her, ‘Feet either side of mine, hands on the arms of my chair.’ As she moves close I reach out and with a palm on her bare back urge her to lean toward me. My hand strokes the silken insides of her thighs. I curl the fingers of my free hand around one darling little breast, testing it for that magical soft firmness that is only to be found in young flesh. I massage one nipple to hardness and, as my mouth sucks and.