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“Hey, indian what are you doing?” I asked her. She snatched my phone out of my pocket and broke away from the hug, giggling as she lay there on the bed, topless, her pants undone, and with my phone. “Speaking of May…” she added deviously, taunting me with the phone in her hand. “It’s got a number code.” I told her, confident she couldn’t break in to my phone. She looked me dead in the eyes. “What do you take me for?” She asked me. She turned her attention back to the phone, and started hitting buttons. Seconds later, she dryly added, “You got a text from your mom. She wants you home by supper time.” Oh my God, seriously?! She got in that quickly? “Oh, and what’s this? Something from May!” she hit the screen once, then grimaced. She passed the phone back to me. “I dunno about you, but I wouldn’t wanna fuck someone with grammar like that.” She made a motion like she was about to puke. I looked at the screen. lol yeah! r u excited 4 drama??? After Nicole’s, shall we say, ‘conditioning,’ I couldn’t look at the phone without wincing myself. Oh, well. Yeah, you? :) I replied, then turned my focus to my mom’s text. Thank goodness she said supper time, as I checked my watch and realized it was after six. My dad came from Hungary, and for some reason in Western Europe people just like to eat around the obscene hour of nine. I grew up used to that, and never really discovered how handy it could be. “Are you gonna ask her out to the dance?” Nicole asked me, breaking me away from my phone. “Huh?” I asked, turning back to her. She was now sitting on the Hardcore bed, with all of her clothes on, wearing a black t-shirt that hugged her curves nicely now that her vest was ruined. How does she keep doing that…? “It’s late October, dude. The Halloween dance. It’s a week from tomorrow. Are you gonna ask her out to it?” Dances? Are you kidding? cops Back in middle school, I stayed away from those like the plague. The one time I was forced to go since the rest of the school did, I ended up hugging the wall where I could see every pre-teen I wanted try to awkwardly dance with any girl they clapped eyes on, hoping to get some some kind of kiss or more as a reward. “You both are just so beautiful,” Mom said, sounding misty-eyed. So do I….. “Ursula, would you be so kind as to get me some lubricant from the drawer, I want to use the PreSeed, Tina I think Kim would cops like some attention to her breasts and I’m gonna be kinda busy down here.” At about this time, Joe left the bar and headed down the same road as Nora. “It is called the cycle of power. “One please — for the spa,” she said, still becoming used to her new voice. “No, Master.” She licked those pink, lush lips. Laura just nodded. “Girlfriend?” My head dropped against the back of the chair as a pleasured murmur slipped from my mouth. Hardcore My tomboy daughter gasped as my lips pressed into her shaved pussy. Those nipples were now swollen and taut as Eva pulled on the chain that linked them, standing indian atop a box so that her crotch was at mouth-level with poor Prince Mathew. I must try it.” and with that she immediately sat down on it. My mom squeezed around my dick. His hands squeezed my ass through my gown.