‘Tell me what you want, bitch – beg for it, you little slut, and maybe I’ll reward you.’She swallowed again, suddenly looking about thirteen o... fourteen rather than her actual seventeen years, and in the process turning me on even more. Tears glistened briefly at the corners of her eyes, but they were tears of surrender to a deep desire rather than of anger or humiliation. Then she began a hesitant, but seemingly sincere, apology for all of her bad behaviour, before continuing with greater. Wait. Hold on a second. "What are you talking about?! Your first?! I caught you with your little whore of a girlfriend last June," Bethany blurted out. Her emotions were running wild. She felt a rush of anger, warmth, confusion, and betrayal. But the only thing that made it to the surface was love. She looked into her little brother's face and felt all the emotions but the immense love she felt for Jared drain right out of her."Yes, you did. But that was heavy petting and some hand work. She. My grin widened, basking in his embarrassment. I loved watching him squirm under my stare. “Yeah, sure. Your girlfriend won’t mind?” I moved to rest on my knees at the foot of my bed. My legs spread slightly and I placed my hands between them to support myself. I was wearing a large t-shirt that swallowed me, some lacy white panties that left very little to the imagination and some knee-high socks. He stepped near me and reached out a hand to touch my cheek, stroking it has his eyes locked with. Chris set her legsmore firmly on my arms.Then she amazed me by calling out: "It's not locked. Come on in!"Shocked, I tried to move. To get up. To hide myself from whoever thisintruder might be. But I quickly discovered that my black lover hadcunningly distributed her weight over my face, arms and shoulders sothat I couldn't budge! My arms were securely pinned under her calves,my shoulders weighed down by her thighs, and my face trapped beneaththat generous black ass. I couldn't get up!.