“I’ve always wanted to do you, baby,” Jennifer told her trembling friend. “I just didn’t know it till tonight.” Inspiration struck her. �...Let’s all go to the kitchen.” Eggnog had fired Jennifer’s leadership qualities and Kimmie was soon stripped and splayed on the kitchen island. “Hold her!” The boys grappled Lawrence’s panting girlfriend, as the blonde dripped egg-based liqueur from the bottle into her friend’s spread pussy. She thrust her tongue and supped long and hungrily from Kimmie’s. This set had spandex elastic in strategiclocations so that he did not need the laces. There was a set of hooksplaced just right in the back so that he was able to fasten them. Hedidn't know why but he especially liked the way the cups revealed hisnipples and areolas, not that he was ever going to let anyone else seethem.There were also four more in the style that he currently had on. Onewas a very dark emerald green that really seemed to highlight his eyes.Another was a burnt orange-coppery. Slowly he worked his fingers up to my bottom, caressing and fondling the cheeks and my hips. Then I heard him kneel down and he started to kiss the backs of my legs, followed by licking along them and moving upwards. I moaned.Finally he reached my panties, not a moment too soon, which he carefully pulled down to my knees. Then, without warning, he simply thrust his face into my pussy, his tongue ramming into me. Talk about standing on tiptoe, I almost fell out the bloody window! It was pure. Running away from home was the hardest decision I have ever made in my entire life but my mother was blind to the abuse her boyfriend was inflicting on me. But making the choice to run away from home, leaving my mom with him, was even a tougher choice. While I am young, I have seen plenty of stories on TV and online about the dangers of running away and being on the road. But I am confident that if I had remained at home, I would have been taken from home against my will and would have.