”I bent my head around and pressed my lips to his. “I like you, too.”“Want to get something to eat?” Could he be any cuter?“Are you hungry...?”“Maybe a little.”“I just had a gyro,” I told him. “It was really good. I could go for another. Unless you want some Ritz crackers with cheese. Or some saltines. I can probably put on some chicken noodle soup.”“Some saltines and soup would be great. Do you think I’m a slut?”“No.” I tilted my head and brought my eyebrows together. “Why would I think. Stan held me there while his brother’s balls emptied their load, and he also spun the bottle in my ass, twisting it around.“Don’t worry slut, I’ll soon fill your ass with something a lot bigger and hotter “ Stan said. He then pulled my head off his brother’s cock and dragged me by my hair to the edge of the sofa.I looked up at him as he undid his pants. “Don’t just sit there gawking” Stan said “start undoing my sneakers.”I untied his sneakers and loosened the laces. As I did his pants and. " Now gimmie a hug."They hugged, I assume. All I heard was the rustle of cloth. I pictured Casey sitting next to the trap door on her sleeping bag, and her mom standing on the second last rung of the ladder, leaning in to hug her. I'd never actually climbed down that ladder, though I'd been in that treehouse many times. I always exited the way I came in, nearly killing myself trying to swing back onto the top of the wall, most of the time in the dark."Aren't you gonna be cold out here dressed. Great gouts of creamy cum shot out as my tool emerged through the gap in my bathrobe and cum splashed all over the front of her nightdress. "Oh God sorry, Ileana, Oh I did not do it on purpose, sorry" I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive night gown from crotch to bust and beyond."You filthy bastard, you will lick it off me," she insisted cruelly."No I bloody well wont," I replied"Yes" she said scooping some on a finger and pushing it at my mouth, "Come on lick" she.