Why is the good stuff that you pack when you move, always at the bottom of the boxes, under all the crap you don’t need! Honestly, half the time I w...nder where all this crap came from. Damn it, where the heck was that ID card, do people really expect me to go and register without it? “Yo, open up” came a yell from the door. Jeez, don’t these people know how to knock. I pulled myself up from the dusty floor, dragging the door open, allowing a brick wall, no sorry, Terry to walk in. If you could. "Nah," I laughed and gave Karen a little bump with my shoulder. "You kiss like a guy, you know that?" I do?" She laughed too, relieved that I wasn't totally pissed, even though it had been my idea in the first place. "Well, yeah. You kiss like a girl." Heh!" I rolled my eyes and resigned myself to the fact that it was going to be another lonely night for Kylie. That guy had to think I was seriously gay after watching me make out with Karen. Him and all his friends, I sighed."Come on," Karen. I lied a bit because she wasn’t all that pretty. Her face looked nice but she was 30-40 pounds overweight and had one of those pear shapes where her breasts weren’t very big and her butt and legs were kind of fat. After saying that, she stopped crying some and tried to smile. I told her that my name was Dave and she told me her name was Cheryl. I told her that I was a very good listener and that sometimes talking about it would make it a little better. She said she just had to talk to someone. You realize you have no choice but to swallow her juices or drown, so you start swallowing it as she gets her hand into you. You scream as the pleasure and pain and taste of your sister's pussy juice overwelm your senses causing you to orgasm. Cindy looks over her shoulder at me and says, "I've done it. I'm fisting the little bitch and she's loving it." I continue to slide my cock in and out of your sister and can feel the pressure building in my nut sack, telling me I'm close to cumming for.