What a bitch...Now, Kristanna had the most amazing accent, really deep, husky and European (She was actually Norwegian). She had taken a bit of a liki...g to me because I was friendly. You see, didn't feel threatened by her at all, not the way the other women did, they hated her. Mind you, I was secure in my relationship with Roy, so it never occurred to me that he might ever stray. Of course, it didn't help that Kris had at one time worked as a lingerie model, to pay her way through university. Wanna come?” I ask them.“Fuck yes” all 4 say in unionWe load up into our cars and head off, our cocks hardening at the thought of fucking the shit out of you.We park outside and walk up to your door, I knock. You answer the door. Your eyes widen at the sight of me and 4 huge men at your door. You don’t look sick to me, there is nothing fucking wrong with you.“I thought you were sick cunt? Your just fucking lazy aren’t you bitch? Me and my friends were worried about you, we thought you might. With Lamar though I was going to have to some improvising because there was no way that I was going to be able to get that dick all the way into my mouth. I slid my lips down over the head of his dick and worked it further into my mouth each time I slide it back in until I was hitting the back of my throat. oooo fuck yeah. you can really suck that dick girl. I tried to go a little deeper and gagged. lamar sat up quick You okay??. I laughed and said yeah Im fine, I guess I got a little over. Saturday came around, and still no freak-out from the parents, and I started becoming hopeful that my world wasn't coming to an end.On Sunday, I started feeling that maybe Barb took pity on me and wasn't going to destroy me. At around 10 am, Mom called me down from my room."How are you feeling, good enough to do some yard work?" she askedFeeling cooped up and ready to drop the act, I was prepared to get back to normal activities."Sure, Mom," I answered."Good, be ready in thirty minutes. I'll be.