We turned back to Will, Jackie asked him to continue with his story, she seemed quite un-nerved, and then we noticed that Cherie was no longer with us... 'Has Cherie gone... ?' Jackie's voice was horse and laboured, a tell-tale sign that she is getting turned on. Before she could finish, Will replied that yes she had and would Jackie like to see? But not waiting for an answer, he took her by the hand and gently led her out into the hall, with me meekly bringing up the rear.The first room was. ..from four-inch heels with marabou trim to warm,practical fuzzy flats. Jewelry! Earrings, bracelets, necklaces, rings,scrunchies, jeweled barrettes, ankle bracelets, even toe-rings! Itdidn't end!Make-up! Everything and anything a teenage girl could ever desire. Allpurloined from Mom's cosmetic company, of course. Palettes of eyeshadows, several shades of mascara and eye liner, dozens of tubes oflipstick, a palette containing fifty shades of blush! Moisturizers,body lotions, perfumes, and at. "Oh yes boy... I love you... you're mine completely... and now I'm going to plant my seed inside you". "Oh yes daddy... I love you too... seal my fate with your seed... cum deep inside me". He clenched my ass cheeks to push around his cock and rubbed his cock deep... I could feel it against my prostate... causing my body to go weak with pleasure... he felt so strong and dominating... I was so weak and helpless... I felt myself almost fainting, knowing that I could never resist him ever. His. I'm not faking it by the time Michael and I are arguing who's a better guitarist; Jimi Hendrix or Keith Richards. I love the Rolling Stones, but there's no denying Jimi could shred like a fucking god, even if Keith is still alive. Ethan busts out his stash, and the subject quickly mellows down to a list of all the concerts we've been to. Distracting hippies with weed, smart man. John and Gwen leave around nine, but the rest of us keep playing video games, drinking beer and hanging out. I go.