That's what we agreed to." Brenda, I didn't agree you and Emily could make decisions about me. I don't like you thinking it's all right for you to do ...this with Emily. You're my friend, and she's my friend. Neither one of you is a more important friend to me than the other one. I thought I made that very clear back in the car? If you don't want to do something, you don't have to, but I don't want you telling Emily what she can or can't do. Emily, the same goes for you. I don't want you making. Since it was nearing her birthday I was allowed the second glass. I wasn't surprised when I came home from football practice a few weeks ago and she told me to get dressed up for dinner. She said she wanted us to have a fancy dinner together.I went up to my room and I was changing clothes when my mum walked up and poked her head in. I was standing in my underwear when she said, "Hey, big boy, I was hoping you would wear your new shirt tonight. I'd like to see you in it." Ok, Mum," I said.. You tried to crane your head round as you felt Me against your thighs & I could do nothing but smile at the look of horror on your face, as you saw My huge thick black cock-head bobbing above the sweet swell of your vulnerable asshole. I slipped closer & My glans rubbed against your bottom cheeks & you moaned in fear & buried your head back in the pillows as I pressed in until the head was lodged against your tight asshole. A muffled scream of no emerged into the pillow, as I watched your. She shook it off and rubbed her arms. “You chilly?” I asked. She shook her head. “No, I should probably help my parents though.” “Alright, well, I hope you like it here. Oh! Would you like my number in case you need anything?” This would be the test. I had to score with this girl. It was now or never. “Sure,” she seemed slightly awkward, but didn’t hesitate. Quickly I recited it to her and she repeated it, practically singing it with her angel voice. It was the only way to describe her. She was.