”I went to the kitchen and lifted the receiver from the wall phone and dialed each number in turn, waiting while the dial spun back. I was glad her ...number had mostly digits less than six, as it was faster to dial than our own, which annoyingly had three nines. I wondered, distractedly, who at the phone company hated my dad enough to give him a phone number ending in 9799.“Nash residence,” April’s father said when he answered the phone.“Mr. Nash, this is Mike. April left me a note and I’m. Do we have a deal?"Everything with Brendan's dad was a deal. He bought his car because it was a deal. He drank at Charlie's Corner because "they had an understanding"; they had a deal. Growing up, every son had a deal going with dad. "I'll throw a ball with you later if you don't tell your mother about going to A.J.'s Go-Go Lounge" was the usual deal. "Change the oil in the car and you can have car Saturday night before your brother asks." When he offered that deal, life was sweet. Those were. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.Lauren watched her young friend and grinned. She knew that she herself could be considered pretty, perhaps very pretty, but Heather was in an entirely different category. The teen was drop-dead gorgeous and was only becoming more beautiful as she grew up. She had lost her baby fat, but still had a voluptuous figure that most women would kill for. She didn’t possess the slim form of Lauren, but though shorter, had larger and fuller breasts and wider hips and a round. Sam, Mark, Tony and Jeff were standing around me jacking their huge cocks the same time Greg was fucking my throat and George was ramming his hot, hard cock in my hot ass. Take my load bitch. Greg moaned still holding my head between his hands as he rammed his cock down my throat and didnt move. I knew he was shooting his load down my throat. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with my mouth still wide open he shot another load in my mouth. I swirled it around my mouth before I swallowed it. I.