" She said, glaring at me. I walked over, reaching inside the bag, feeling something soft. I grabbed it, pulling it out to see it was a pair of silky ...urple panties. Looking into the bag showed that a bra was also there. "See, I thought about your un-deserving ass." She said. "I went out and planned a whole date, and what the hell did you do for me?" She asked. I put my finger to her lips."Before you continue Bitch-Fest 2009, I suggest you go look on your bed." I said. Julie looked confused as. He steals his hand up their dresses to caress their pussy mounds.He has found a mate. A buxom blonde in her early 20s smells just right to him. The music stops suddenly. He calls, “Intercourse”. The dancers strip off their clothing. He leads the blonde into the centre of the dance floor. Hay bales are pushed together to form a bed and covered with a soft horse blanket. Circled by the other dancers, Carlman slowly strips off the blonde’s dress and his own shirt and shorts. He bows to his. The other three was on me so quick, I could not even cry out. A cock was being stuffed into my well lubed bung hole and another was being pushed into my mouth. Some one was trying to get me to grip another stiff cock and the last was trying to jack off. The five of those guys swapped around my butt hole so many times that I lost count and surrendered myself to them. There was no way I could fight them off and they seemed bent on busting as many nutts in my butt as they could. They had pushed. But my fling was quickly over and I began to become frustrated. Touching myself wasn’t doing it for me any more, I needed a man. The problem was... I found too many. And before long i’d earned myself a title. Slag, slut, hoar, I didn’t mind. I knew they were coming from the mouths of the jealous. However my friends began to slip away, one by one... and I didn’t care. By now, at 17, all I lived for was the feel of a warm cock slipping deep into me, my wetness, the tingling, the hot white sticky.