”Damn! Now I knew I was in trouble. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I spied on you. I’m sorry I made a mess on your floor. Please don’t tell my...parents.” I was pleading for my life.Brenda put her hand on my thigh. I jumped. It felt like electricity. “Relax. I have no intention of telling your parents. I loved watching you make a mess on my floor. I was flattered that you shot so much cream for me. I was hoping you might show me your boner again tonight and shoot some more cream for me.”As. Her blouse was not transparent or low cut, but was thin enough to show some remarkable nipples poking through. Eye candy was everywhere.I stopped in the pasta aisle near two cute twenty-somethings and pretended to look over the sauces. As they moved closer, I asked, "Is this sauce the best for angel hair?" They stopped and eyed me warily. The shorter one was wearing shorts on enticing legs and a halter over tiny titties. Her friend was a black girl with milk chocolate skin and a dazzling smile.. I laughed when her pussy blew a perfect smoke ring. One after the other came out of her pussy as it smoked that whole cigarette. She told me that, that show would have cost me two hundred dollars to see in the club. Wow! She certainly had an extraordinary talent.Then Puff asked me if I wanted to fuck her as long as she was in that position. Okay. I had to get naked too and kneel down in front of her. Then Puff had me fuck her while she rocked back and forth on her backbone. It was my first time. She couldn’t get a good look at his face to get a sense of what had happened, or what would happen next. He hadn’t killed her, and again, she had some very complicated emotions over this, because the knife and the pain it had caused was ever on her mind. It goes without saying that her heart sank when she saw him return with yet another blade after leaving her alone for a couple of minutes. The knife looked smaller, and although she’d only gotten a quick glimpse, she felt panic swelling like a.