The chainsaws in the movie started whirring, and the characters started screaming. Annie was burying her head in Nat’s shoulder, surrounded by Nat�...s perfume, and Annie’s other arm reaching over to Nat’s other shoulder.“It’s okay, Annie. I’m here, but we can leave if you want to.”“No, Nat, I can do this.”Nat’s hand moved passed Annie’s exposed shoulder and down her side to her waist.“No, really Annie. You’re terrified, we need to go.” Annie’s grip around Nat tightened, “No.”Annie didn’t want Nat. She wasn't my best friend, that would be Heather, but Sammie was okay too. She was just a little different though, and not just because she was so pretty then with her long blond hair, and blue eyes, and a really beautiful face. She talked different than most girls I knew, like she knew a secret or something, and if you listened really close you could almost hear it, but not quite.Her mom had died though, a long time ago and Jen, another friend of ours, always said it had made Sammie grow up. Gripping my wet slippery skin, searching something to hold on to. Nails sink in my skin. Soft nipples between my lips raise themselves like proud mountains. My hand tears down the hiding place of your beautiful secret, softly I touch the softest skin there is and feel your legs become tense. Loosening the grip on your neck, but to restore it within a breath. Your slim fingers crawling up to my tower of flesh, and climbing down, and climbing up. My fingers crawling in your cave, and climbing out. But there was no hurry. First he wanted to enjoy her mouth. He wanted to see his fat prick going in and out of that haughty, aristocratic face, between those lips that had denied him. He wanted to drench her with jism and watch her swallow the stuff, both for the pleasure of it and to humiliate the woman who had toyed with him and teased his prick.He could see that Claire was getting enthusiastic about blowing him, however. He rather wished that she was more reluctant, that she was forced to do.