The anticipation of moving into a new three bedroom house and getting my very own bedroom was even a better reason to be excited. My younger brother, ...ddie, and I had been sharing a bedroom for a quite a few years. Sharing a bedroom with a little brother wasn’t a big deal when you’re young, but Mom said that I was getting too old to share a room with my kid brother and, besides, I wanted a more grown up appearance to my room. I was ready to leave behind the cluttered toy infested look and trade. ” Greg said, slowly as he right hand lifted his oversized organ, and her left hand snaked between his leg to grope at big egg-sized jizz-glands. I sunk a hand between my tits and brought out the tape measure. She held his thick shaft for me. “Six inches…” I read… “Soft though. Can we harden him up?” “You can,” Said Greg, his voice cracking as lost himself in my deep, plunging valley. “With pleasure.” I said, smacking my lips and descending to his cock. I let my lips do the work at first,. I gladly accepted, smiling back at her…"Do you like black girls…?" She asked me in a very soft tone."I like you…" I giggled, looking into her eyes…She laughed and said: "I have noticed that. Are you wet now…?"The woman nodded towards my crotch and I felt my cunt getting wet by the second. "Yeah, I am now wet…" I had to admit it."Would you show me, babe…?” She asked me, hissing softly.I glanced around quickly. There was no one there. The night was quiet, dark and still, except for her soft and. With a brown and grey uniform, a rifle on the shoulder and a pack. The ghost of a soldier rapist. It stood in the middle of the road. Glaring at her. It’s shoulders slumped, soaked. A white dirty face with a porcelain like crack around its left eye. The eye completely white. The other black. It stared at her with no life in its face, it’s head slightly tilted.She looked down and grabbing her phone to record it. She pulled up her phone opening video to see it was gone.She sighed and placed the.