Not one of his fantasies. At least ... he assumed she was. He had never seen her before. Not that unusual in a neighborhood this size, and she definit...ely looked to be a bit younger than him, perhaps not even in High School yet."Um ... why?" He looked over her head, which was easy to do, trying to see if there were spectators. See if he was being punked. Or set up for statutory rape charges."Well," she said, pulling an iPad out of her shoulder bag, "I read this, and it sounded really neat!" She. While this was going on, Jeri had bent down and was lapping away at Brenda’s cunt, driving her wild below us. She licked it furiously and only came up for air to gasp and moan as her ass was getting the pounding of its life. “Oh God, Brandon,” she suddenly yelped. “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum all over your sweet cock!” Her ass began contracting as her orgasm began and the remarkable sight of Jeri squirting started. Her cum hit Brenda in the face and puddled on the top of the bed. She was. "Do I please you?" She asked coyly, hoping that he would say yes. Jean delighted in the sheer risk of what she was about, felt excitement at the prospect of fucking this stranger in his hotel room; she was experiencing something akin to euphoria at the lack of remorse and willingness to become almost sluttish for this one time."Yes you please me Jean, very much. You look beautiful standing there. I knew you had great legs, I could see them in the park, but the rest of you is just fabulous; you. Somewhat ashamed for disappointing my family, but feeling better once I think about Brianna. While driving to Brianna’s house, I can only fester over the fact that my family will never accept me and will only hate me more. My fears quickly turn to hatred. The more I try to resist the hate, the more it consumes me. I pull into Briana’s driveway. I start redoing my make-up that messed up as I left my house. Walking up to Brianna’s house, I press the doorbell button giving it a ring. She answers.