He told me he didnt believe me. Then i did something drastic...i took his free hand and slid it under my skirt. He pushed my underwear aside and star...ed to slide his finger in. I winced and told him to stop because it hurt. He turned and smiled at me. We drove home in silence. At home in the living room we sat on the couch and were watching tv. I can be outspoken at times so i asked him if he liked me. He said "yes but its wrong for me to". I told him i liked him too and i wudnt tell. Amie opened the front door and ran into the house. She was about to yell, "I'm home," when she saw her father laid back on the couch sound asleep. Rather than wake him, she took off her back pack and set it on the desk of what was her bedroom and went into their bedroom to change. She plunked down on the bed and kicked off her shoes and started to take her white, almost knee high socks off, but changed her mind. Amie stood in front of the mirror, took the bands out of her hair and let the pony. I took off my pyjama bottoms but fell backwards with my arms and legs everywhere and I saw Emma looking at my pussy, which must have looked a bit gooey. I get very wet very quickly when I get turned on. “You naughty girl! Look at her,” said Laura. “Yeah ha ha! You thinking about the pizza boy?” Said Emma. “No, I’m thinking about you Emma.” “Eh?” “Emma…we’ve been friends for how long, three years?” “Yeah why?” She said. “In all that time, you’ve never kissed me…down there.” “I know, well I don’t. The fourteen-year-old wrapped her legs around his as he slowly rocked his hips, sliding his deadly cock in and out of the tight teen. Logan matched the speed of her hips with his, wanting to draw out her final few moments as she enjoyed the feeling of being fucked. The sound of moaning and groins slapping together filled the air. “Oh f-fuck! Y-yes!!” Logan squealed, trembling as the older man started to pick up the pace.The older man soon thrust all the way in and grabbed Logan by the hips. He.