“Such good tasting pussy,” Mom moaned.Her hands stroked up my thigh, sliding over the ropes binding my thighs to Georgia, holding us tight togethe...r. Her tongue danced over both our pussies. She fluttered up and down, caressing our clits pressed tight, making me squirm and moan.I wanted to move so much, but the ropes held me so tight to my sister. Mom groaned and gasped. Her lips sucked on my labia, nuzzled at my clit. Her tongue touched every bit of me as she rooted through our cunts.It was. Candice went home early. We didn’t work on that project like we were supposed to. I may have lost a friend, but I would keep my futa-girlfriend.“I could handle more than a BJ,” she said then added an eggplant emoji and a splashing water emoji.I giggled and sighed, the fear bleeding out of me. She hadn’t heard about any rumors. “Tomorrow, maybe, you’ll get that treat,” I said. I had a lie ready. I’d tell her a futa got too rough and popped my cherry. “I’ll need relief at some point.”I’d make her. Last week, he and a few members of the gang took a trip to Mexico, and when they returned, they managed to make it across the border with two kilos of crack cocaine. At a street value of six hundred dollars an ounce, the two kilos were worth over twenty-six thousand dollars on the street. However, they had no distribution system, so they would have to sell the cocaine to a middleman and receive far less for their efforts. Yesterday had been payday for Carlo, and his share had come to seven. I could hear him laughing at me as I jumped around struggling to get something on. When I finally came out, having thrown on a loose long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants, Michael was in the kitchen staring out the window. "So, what brings you here?" I asked, trying to pretend he had not just seen me naked or nearly so. He shrugged, smiling slightly as he turned to face me. That smile was so annoying, all knowingly, slightly mocking, but warm, and life danced in his deep set blue eyes.