She was drinking from a glass of scotch and I saw that she had the bottle right next to her on the end table. Whatever it was she wanted to talk about..., it must have taken a lot of nerve to discuss.Finishing off her drink, Catherine motioned for me to sit. I took a seat in a big armchair that was as overstuffed as the couch she was sitting on was. The room was filled with books from the floor to the ceiling, all neatly arranged. The lighting was semi dark, save for a couple of floor lamps off in. He shoot a hot loadof his sweet cum down my throat, I was in heaven, thenhe shot more cum into my mouth, I swallowed and he shotanother load of his hot, sweet, fuck juice down mythroat. I knew then that I was just like my mom, a bornwhore because I really loved sucking his cock andswallowing his cum.Danny pulled me to my feet, I was now standing in allmy naked glory, he kissed me and told me how beautifulI was and I was in love, but I really think it was hisprick I was in love with. There was. I >got >some cuffs on Treavor and told him that unless he behaved properly, he >would >be in no position to go anywhere. A few punches to the gut got him a bit >quiet, but he would always start again with the screaming and yelling, and >we became a bit afraid of the neighbors, so we taped his cute young mouth >shut. > "Now listen to me Treavor. This will all soon be nothing but a bad Page 1 of 12 >memory, who knows, maybe a good memory. How rough we get, depends on you. >We >are going to fuck. "I have been running around like this since Monday. I think I have gotten used to it." And your friend?" the second one wanted to know while looking at Melinda."I'm not so comfortable about it," Melinda answered truthfully. "But I try to deal with it." Well, you two don't have to be ashamed for anything, you both look marvelous," the first one said."Thanks," Sandra acknowledged the compliment.Melinda just blushed slightly and smiled at the cheerleaders. She was looking around her and noticed.