She was my best friend, but she didn't need me, not really. She loved me, we loved each other. She wanted me. But she didn't need me. It’s nice to b... needed….” There was a long dry pause of silence as Keyes finished his thoughts to himself. Moments later he shook off the memory and for an instant forgot where he was until he looked over at Bree. She had a small smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes. He felt a twinge in his chest. “You were really in love huh? Why aren't you married?” “I. For not caring any more about breaking the rules. For wanting to do it more and more.Her values shifted. It was an easy victory within her–of depravity over decency. Why couldn’t adults touch her, really? If she wanted it, what was the problem? Why shouldn’t they do things to her, if she wanted them to? It was never cool to force things on a person, no matter if you were an adult or not. But otherwise, what was the big deal? Melanie decided that the rule must have been made up to protect little. I don’t know why I did it, or how it actually happen, all I know is I leaned in to kiss her… “Mara!!” she pushed me “What are you doing?” she had this confused look on her face. I didn’t even bother to reply, I just lounged myself at her again; this time she didn’t push me away. My hands made their way into her hair, gently tugging on it. Her lips soft like marshmallows, warm, and wet… I slowly started to bite her lower lip; a soft moan almost. I hear myself moaning under all these impressions, words cannot come out of my mouth as it is filled with hard cock. Enjoyment, excitement and complete loss of control are my condition and situation.My legs are no longer tied I notice, instead there are hands on my ankles forcing the legs up and out to the sides.My wet pussy is completely exposed and has to accept what's coming.I can feel the juices running down from my horny crack.It's a delicious wet whore crack, what hole do you want to.