I quickly glanced up at the bloke & saw he must've been in his 40s or 50s I reckon,really old,'bout as old as me dad.And grunting at me,"Fuckin' get o... with it,k**.Aint got all sodding day.Suck yer mate's k**dy-pisser & make sure you swallow his muck!"So I lean forward and Ginger slips his rock-hard hot boy-knob to the back of my throat & he starts panting and hissing as he gives me tonsils a hefty battering."Fuck yeah,that's the way k**,**** yer mate's fucking slutty mouth.Fucking do. “On your hands and knees, now,” Fred did as she was told as Cordelia ran a slender hand over Fred’s ass. “Such a cute little ass, so small and round,” Fred trembled. “I bet you like me to take that ass with my dildo, wouldn’t you? Answer me.”“Yes.”“I knew you would,” Cordelia smiled and continued to caress and tease Fred’s ass. “Ever have anal sex before Fred, ever been fucked so hard your ass hurt for days?”“No.”“Would you liked too?”“I don’t know.”“You don’t know?” Cordelia stopped, and Fred. He smiled, a questioning look in his eye, but she couldn’t really explain the laughter. What a strange thing it would be to say, ‘Oh I was just thinking that you made my heart beat so fast I thought it would burst through my chest and cover the table in blood, and when I thought of the table covered in my blood, I thought of us having sex on it, in my blood, and how odd and macabre and ridiculously disgusting that would be, and that… made me laugh.’ Not really something you say to someone. By the ringing of the phone extension in my room. It was Joanne Dunleavy calling."You told him you don't remember kissing me? Ellen Merchant's thirteenth birthday party? You took me over by the hedge on the side of her house and kissed me three times. I slapped you when you tried to feel me up, after."As soon as she mentioned the hedge and the slap, I laughed. I'd had my hand on her butt while we'd kissed the second and third times. It was only when I'd made a grab for one of her smallish tits.