Sarastarted talking again. "My ex-boyfriend dumped me today for acheerleader." The girls looked at Sara. "Honey you're in high schoolright?" Vicky...asked. Sara nodded yes. "You'll get over this. I promise." But we talked about getting married and k**s." Cassidy cut her off."Sara listen you are way too young for that talk." "Besides have youthought about dating other boys?" she asked. Sara nodded no. "How old areyou?" Vicky asked? "16." Just then Sara's cell went off. It was hermom.. I avoided catching her panties on the way down. I pushed that elastic to her ankles and watched her step out of it. My face was resting against her thigh, my ear was tickling her buttocks, and I could smell her sweet perfume. I knelt down so that I could press my nose into her panty-covered butt crack and reach around to stroke her public mound. She cooed softly then she had an orgasm and I had hardly even touched her. She was in desperate need of attention. I then lowered her panties to her. That feeling passed quickly as I felt her tongue pushing over my lips, plunging deep into my mouth. She pulled back from me quickly, stood up, faced me, then straddled my lap in one quick motion. Before I could even react she was sitting on my lap, her lips once again pressed to mine. I pulled her small, very soft body into mine feeling her breasts against my chest. Soon I could feel her hips moving, she was beginning to grind her pussy against my rock hard cock. The feeling was incredible,. Either way she would have screaming orgasms. But I did notice a tendency for her to like it more when she was treated like a whore who do anything for his BBC. When Jamal would tease her and make her beg for his BBC she would cum repeatedly when he finally fucked her. Even more so when Jamal would make me watch him degrade her, taunting me to try stop him from treating her like a whore wanting to be bred by his BBC. I lost count of how many times he forced her to tell me how she loved his.