I started crying more vocally. He asked again impatiently, "do you fucking want to get arrested!? Answer the damn question?!" "No..oo...oo, " I manage... to let out between breaths while crying more loudly now. "No What?!" he yelled, applying even more pressure on my boob and inner thigh. He put more body weight against me pinning me down against the hood of my car. "No.. I don't.. want to... get arrested," I said between my sobbing breaths. He whispered in my ear, "good little bitch." The. "Didn't he know that?" Honey, I'm sure he did, but that wasn't enough for him," said hismother, taking out a big brush, putting on her blush. "Unfortunately hewas a bit too busy with some little hussy waitress with bigger boobs thanthe two of us put together, who happened to be the mother of a girl onCarrie's team and was cheating on her husband." That I unfortunately did know, mom," said Hunter, wiping his eyes. "Allthe kids kind of knew." Honey I wish you didn't have to deal with it, but it. Jake opened the door. “Finally!” said Tiffany. But rather than executing his plan, Jake stopped in his tracks right in front of Tiffany. She was still in her tight little bikini, nipples quite hard from the cold hotel air. He was blatantly staring, still buzzing with erotic thoughts, and couldn’t do a thing about it. She was starting too, though, both of them caught a bit off guard. Her eyes went straight to his not-so-hidden cock that was now perfectly outlined by his towel. Tiffany looked. That hand stoked the fires which his kisses had built there. When the kisses reached her navel -- that tickled -- his hand started playing with her labia. When his kisses reached her hair, he broke off to get off the side of the bed and walk to the foot.Was this the main event? She hoped so. She parted her legs and raised her knees to get herself ready. She was certainly ready emotionally and in terms of internal secretions.He knelt between her feet; but, instead of crawling over her, he began.