He even caught her in the hallway one day after he had finished taking a shower. He was still sporting a boner, so he dropped his towel and thrust his... hard cock at her. “Come on sis,” he said, trying to entice her with his engorged penis. “Just suck me off, please?”“Asshole…,” she said, and walked away. That was all she ever said to him since that day. She was still pissed at him for nearly chocking Jeffry to death with his long, fat cock, pressing Jeffry’s head to his groin until he passed. Midge didn't mind it one bit, any excuse to feel Betty's hands on her skin was a pleasure.When she began applying the lotion to Betty's skin, she would intentionally slip her fingers under the confines of Betty's bikini bra and rub her breast. This excited Betty immensely. The danger of being seen in this compromising situation just added to the excitement.As usual, Jughead was exploring Betty's famous picnic basket for snacks. He wasn't paying attention to those near him at all.As the day wore. He called my cell and told me what hotel he was at waiting on me. So I hurried to meet him with butterflies in my stomach but I have to be honest I was wet between my legs. As he walked out of the hotel and approached my car. I was like oh damn this man is way sexier than his picture. He got in my car and looked at me and said , "Hey dickhead " how I had gotten that pet name is beyond me but that was him Mister Romantic. He then had a few more comments to make but overall we both were. Once me and Shawn listened while his father screwed some black chick. All we heard was his head board bang the wall. I never thought I would hear my own mother moaning to the rhythm of the very same headboard. I remember shooting my load and leaving it there and then going home. I didn’t care if I made a mess on Mr. Randall’s floor, hell he was fucking my mother anyways. After I arrived home I waited for what seemed like hours for mom to come threw the door. After about 2 hours I got frustrated.