There's a lovely little space behind that building that is simply made for horny teenagers.There, we kissed, groped, and grinded until he stopped.He l...ooked at me, his eyes half hidden behind lowered lids, and said:"You know what?" Hmm what?" ."I don't feel like being nice."Before that had really registered he grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerked my head back, and bit my exposed neck.I'd thought I was horny before?! Hah!With his teeth working their way along my collarbone and his free hand. They were blank. Emotionless. Soulless. I was excited, but frightened. Thirteen of them, backs to the darkness. They all reached out to me, arms wanting to hold, to have, to be taken. Behind them, the darkness stirred. Everything smelled like vanilla.Blueberries. Blueberry muffins. I awoke smelling blueberry muffins. I didn't remember baking them, but I did bake them from time to time. Running water. The shower. Humming? The last few were not unusual, were I the one in the shower. The blanket. The younger girl was fascinated, as she could see that the older woman’s nipples had become erect and were visible through the silk of her shirt which was open on the front. Scarlett could feel her own nipples grow erect. She felt like touching Heather’s bare boobs. She wanted to be naked herself. She wanted Heather to suck on her nipples. Scarlett could feel her face getting flushed and nipples standing up, as she imagined doing kinky things with her sexy boss. Heather smiled at her new. When he did, I left and went over and did my usual thing with Margaret. Margaret may not have known who was fucking her that night, but Stacey sure did. I hurried back home after I'd fucked Margaret. I crept in the house and went down the hall toward our bedroom. There were candles lit this time. I moved to where I could just see them. They were both on the bed and Stacey was kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock. She sucks my cock, but never has let me cum in her mouth. Soon Robert said.