From where he stood in the kitchen, he could not see me as I glanced down at my chest. Perhaps that was the reason we had never progressed beyond our ...lose friendship, I reasoned. Looking at the girls and women shown in the screensaver, I guessed that the smallest of them would wear a C-cup bra. To the right of his personal laptop was a bookcase which housed no books, but instead functioned as a display for his collection of anime-style figurines. All of the figurines were of women and girls. He closed his eyes, his own face twisted with the intense desire that surged through his loins. His face was flushed a deep red, and his breathing was panting out in heavy gasps.Over and over again, the teenager fucked his mother, pummeling her helpless little cunt with his tree-trunk-of-a-cock. Each time he thrust his hips downward, there was a loud, wet slap as their sweating bellies met, and the sound echoed through the room, arousing them both all the more.Carly's bushy golden cunt hairs. The problem was, condoms aren't always safe, and I am living proof of that. Plus being a little impaired by alcohol can lead to trouble, just ask grandma.Through the years aunt Jessica and I did everything together as if we were sisters. If she or I had a problem, we always would talk it out and lend a hand or offer a shoulder to cry on. Everything in our lives that was a first was a first for both of us, including an orgasm.This happened during the summer between our sophomore and Junior year. Adding to the misery, Bruno never moved toward the mic to sing. Maybe he hasn’t noticed that we haven’t found a new singer yet? To top it off, we were speeding up, despite already being too fast.I had to do something or we’d end up playing the same riff for three minutes, at light-speed to boot. I turned to Pete and sliced my hand across my throat. He trailed off. Hearing this, Bruno and Carl also stopped, their faces unhappy. The audience murmured and giggled. I stepped to Bruno’s microphone.