The neighbor across the hall had a name plate on his door reading Stan Lee wow i thought could this be Stan Lee creator of Marvel comics it most likel... wasn't. About a week had gone by and i was almost done with my unpacking and had settled into my routine of spending a lot of time at work and very little else. I had just gotten home from work a grueling 16 hour shift thanks to my partner calling in sick. Yes the money was good but my patience had been pushed to the limit. A knock on my door. She kisses my neck, gently biting me; her fingers feel so good running up my thighs, her tongue and lips moving further down my neck. I feel her lips on my chest; her hands are massaging my breasts. She slowly slips my boobs out my shirt; I feel her tongue rubbing my nipples. I can’t wait to feel her tongue inside me. Her hands glide up my skirt and I feel her fingers rub my pussy and I let out a cry. I slide my hand in her coat and down her skirt, she feels so wet and warm. She does not finger. The idea of Quinn telling Ricky the truth was a relief to Ann.It would force Quinn to face his feelings. "I've got my coffee and afew end of the school year reports to fill out, so I'll just stay righthere, sip my coffee, fill in my reports and listen to some music. Gohave fun."Quinn kissed his sister's cheek. "Ok. Thanks again. Love you." Love you, too," Ann hollered as the door shut.She watched Quinn walk into the studio. His pretty, blue and whitedress, his long, full red hair and the way he. Marty tells me he knows of a biker bar where Joy would meet plenty of guys that are willing to treat her the way she wants. I know she’ll need a long time to recover so I’m planning a cover story about some girl that beats her up after school.Joy’s slutty point of view.I wish Candy wouldn’t have made me remove the thumbtacks. Oh well, these perverts seem to be twisting my nipples just right. There only seem to be four or five guys here today. I hope there’s more in the back.“Hey bitch what’s up.