"Kelly rubs Donna's back, resulting in moans of pleasure from Donna. After five minutes Kelly stops and takes the thermometer from Donna's ass. She lo...ks at it in the light and says: "A hundred and one. You're really sick." Damn, Ray and I were supposed to go out tonight." Maybe he can stay here with you."Donna rolls over to face her friend over and says, "Yeah, I guess so."Kelly sees Donna's bare, blonde cunt, right in front of her. She starts to turn red, but doesn't turn away. Donna watches. She had chosen to wear thin zip up tennis dress for her little trip over to see Stella Harris. Stella’s passion was tennis, the white fabric looked good against her toned black skin, it was short, which showed off her long legs and most of all it was easy to take off, which she had every intention of doing. She had tied her long hair in a pony tail and hadn’t seen the need for makeup. Confident she looked good she made her way downstairs through the kitchen, lifted a bottle of champagne out of. Especially Sunday Morning. It wasn't all bad though, as it was also where some of the hottest girls my age attended church and we had a pretty nice sized group of k**s around the same age. We usually had fun when we were together, even at church. I remember In junior high after vacation bible school one day ending up in a little broom closet with two of the most popular and certainly hottest girls in my school playing truth or dare and french kissing with both of them like i had never. His gaze was strong enough that I felt it running across my skin like fingers, and an involuntary shiver crept up my spine.I knew exactly what kind of walk he fancied."Ugh, don't talk like that," I scoffed, fooling neither of us as I took his arm.We left the ballroom, J.P. leading us casually through the foyer before turning down a deserted hallway. My entire body tingled in anticipation, my panties already dampening as I glanced around, making sure no one had seen us.There was a doorway near.