“Cindy, I’ll do anything you want…anything…you name it…” I pleaded. Minutes, which seemed like hours, went by with no response. Did I push... too hard? Is she pissed? These were questions racing through my head. I was trying really hard not to come off desperate, but in all honesty, I was. Cindy finally responded, which made me relax, but it was the response that I couldn’t believe. It was life changing, exciting, dangerous, and could she be fucking with me? There were thousands of emotions flying. I have.vvvvv... a..." She said in orgasm."A what?" I pushed the full length of my middle finger in her. She moaned. This time it was louder.She was wet already. My cock was ready for her too. She turned herself and layed on the bed. She was facing away from me. I turned to spoon her. I spread her legs a bit to reach her pussy, but all I could do was rub around the wet exterior of her soft sweet pussy. She kept moaning. I pulled to turn her. I then spread her leg and moved my hips to angle my. She stepped from out of the shadows that shrouded the landing. It was creepy. Her grin was feral yet inviting. She scratched her crotch slowly. It was vulgar and at the same time erotic. She was sixteen and vulpine. She was a nasty brat with a perpetual bad attitude and spent most of the time quarrelling noisily with her aunt or going out with her nasty little boyfriends until the early hours of the morning. Nonetheless she was a very sexual person. I would be lying if I said she did not turn. A million thoughts raced through my head. Would she call the cops? Would she tell Candi? What would happen to Amy? How could I explain any of this? Then Lynn said "Bob how the hell could you do something like this to her? If Candi knew you had fucked Amy she would cut your dick off and feed it to you! You are damn lucky it was me that saw you two and not some one else." I just sat there and kept my mouth shut. Hell I had no idea what to say any way. She looked at me then she motioned for me to.