“Yes, you do.”“Alright,” he admitted. “I want it to be at least pretty perfect. Is that so wrong?”Ann slammed her head against the desk. �...��No, Sean, it’s not. But you won’t stay this cute forever, honey.”“What the hell? We’re barely 20!”“Yeah … and sooner than you think, you’ll have wrinkles and urinary incontinence and you’ll forget where you left your teeth …” she said theatrically.“Wow, my whole life flashed before my eyes …” he said ironically, while opening his book. At least he could. TO BE CONTINUED……………… Breaking Sarah’s will with my friends help part 2As I stood outside my bedroom door I could hear my friends raping my younger sister, the cracking noise of Rowans belt as he whipped Sarah’s ass whilst breaking her hymen,Her whimpering and crying in pain, the loud fast thuds of my bed-board thumping off my wall, and my good friend John filming every moment for me to enjoy forever,I opened the door and stepped in the heat was stifling and so was the smell, body-odor and sex. Would you like a cup of coffee?” He was staring hard at a row of figures on the screen. He frowned, his concentration broken and a flicker of annoyance passed over his face. “Yes, that would be nice, thanks,” but his offhand tone let her know that he hadn’t appreciated the interruption. Biting back a tart reply, she left to go into the kitchen. She made a cafetiere of coffee, plunged it and poured a cup for him, silently fuming about the way he had spoken to her. Slowly the germ of an idea. It was approaching my birthday in summer and the sex we had was all sweaty and sticky and sometimes instead of lube we had a kind of kinky challenge to only use our own sweat, cum and spit as lubricant. Having sex in my pussy was fine, lube was only rarely needed to fuck that hole, but many nights I would go home, barley able to walk, red ass filled with cum. Her apartment was a medium size 5th floor room, with kitchen, bathroom and large living room. After only 2 months I wasnt sure if there.