He brought it down.Smack.Molly screamed as it stung her back, adding another welt. The man raised his hand. Steele jumped into the room and slammed th... door behind him. The man spun around. Molly’s forehead dropped to the mattress. She whimpered.“Who the fuck are you?” the man shouted.The man was big. Almost as tall as Steele, and heavier. A tattoo of a large bird with spread wings adorned his chest. A swastika tattoo was on the side of his neck. Steele’s photographic memory transferred the. I stepped back and looked at him. “Are you old enough to drink?” I asked. He looked like he was eighteen.He looked me in the eyes and said nothing for five seconds.“How about if we fuck instead?”“Works for me.” I took him by the hand and led him up the stairs, telling John, “You can follow us if you want.”We walked into my bedroom and I brought him to the bed. I kissed him again and pushed him onto it. I took off my top, my breasts springing out from under the cotton. I climbed on top of Ben. Everything else is just an appetizer."Fuck me...."Now I do change position, and you can't tell if I've nodded in assent or not, but I move closer, kneeling as you lay back, and thrust forward, entering your pussy for the first time. You feel your lips spreading, being forced apart by my hard-on, slipping, sliding along the still sodden walls of your slit. You shaved your pussy for this, and feel the smoothness of my cock inside you, and the faintest tingle of my own pubic hair brushing, then. So as if I was enjoying unconsciously, I also run my hands all over his body. I smelled little foul, though the odor was surprisingly tempting and desirable.I also kissed her bare boobs then cheeks. I was still afraid and tried to take off her panties in one swift move. But I found it very difficult because she was still pretending to sleep by putting her one thigh over me.I put my one had around her waist and very quietly and smoothly just slides down her panty. But surprisingly I found she.