“Oh shit,” I said to myself. The front of my shirt was soaked, and the glass had chipped. I threw it out and cleaned up the floor, heading into ...y room to change.I peeled off my shirt and couldn’t help but catch a glance of myself in the mirror. I would best describe my 14 year old body as “getting there.” I had firm 36-A breasts that I hoped were still growing (getting there) and nickel sized areolas. I was skinny, but my stomach still retained a smidgen of baby fat. Getting there. I’d. I readily agreed to this and he was soon mauling her tits and fingering her cunt which by this time was soaking wet , there was cum running out of her cunt which was acting as a natural lubricant.He slid his very big cock into susan's cunt for a few brutal strokes and then he pulled out of her cunt and rammed his cock right up her arse. She screamed like a stuck pig but she soon got used to the big cock that was fucking her arse, he continued fucking her arse for a couple of minutes and as he. That thought alone gave me chills, and I was beginning to get wet.He slowly lowered my thong and had a feel of my wet pussy. I was a little embarrassed but enjoyed it. I was having the time of my life. Then I realized that I couldn’t show any emotions on my face to win the dare.He lowered my thong to my ankles and started fingering. I must confess he was quite good at it, and I was in heaven. Someone I managed to control my moans. I hid it with a loud pop song which also gave me a chance to. But caution had made him say it quietly, almost in the guy's ear. A statement like that could get him put away. But he was so fucking mad. Anyway, only the best microphones would have been able to pick him up speaking at that volume. And those mikes weren't in this room. This room should be clear.Damon went to the telephone and dialed a four-digit extension. An internal call."Hello, Vinnie?... Yeah, it's me. I need you and Max to do a job for me... Yes, now, dammit... Well, tell him to wipe his.