One time, when their parents weren’t at home, she had watched her older brother jack-off. He’d tried to get her to do it for him, but she was too ...earful and refused.As the young teen was stroking his cock, the leader broke the kiss. Using her beautiful long blonde hair as leverage, he pushed her head down toward his cock. The fifteen-year-old was terrified of what the three black men would do to her if she tried to refuse to give them what they wanted from her. In her young mind, her only hope. A clear valley between the mounds of her breasts appeared. That position made her tits seem larger than when she stood up. The hanging effect, I call it. When she sat back and hugged her knees to her chest, her panties pressed tight against her pussy between fleshy thighs. I was treated to the shape and contour of her lower lips and the crease between them.Claire stood at a wooden door in the next set. She wore a blue sweater and shorts. The sweater was tossed two pictures later. The shorts. Twice. No way in hell did he want some snoopy reporter asking him questions regarding the Mccainy murder. No way in hell would she disrupt the peace and quiet of the town who had finally settled after the horrid happenings all those years ago. He didn't feel anything for her. Except anger. And raging lust. A burning desire to bury his nose in the side of her neck while he buried himself between her soft thighs. Again and again. A few weeks ago, his life had been fairly good. He had a plan for. She is not what you might consider classically pretty, but then she’s hardly at her best right now. Her light brown hair is tied back in a long loose ponytail. As a single guy, you find the most attractive aspect of this stranger to be her tight, very athletic figure. Hoping not to startle her, you gently shake her shoulder, asking if she's all right. It takes a few moments for her eyes to focus, finally roused enough to answer your questions. "I'm Miki," she tells you. "I, uh, kinda.