She took him determinedly and maintained her slow repetitive rhythm. He tried to buck back; she pushed down on him hard.“Just let me fuck you, okay...”He nodded.“You left your laptop open yesterday and I looked at your browsing history.”As his eyes widened; her hips goaded his rigid cock.“It was more than I hoped for.”Clutching his shoulders, she pushed down harder. Her breast hovered over his face, her nipple just inches from his mouth.“Suck it.”His reward were her soft airy gasps. Making. The next she felt was the cool touch of a wet cloth on her bruised face.“Lay still, I won’t hurt you.”It was a familiar, female voice and Hassika peeked through her one not totally useless eye.“Chalissa, what are you doing in my room?”“First I picked you up from the floor and put you on your bed. That wasn’t an easy task for me, you are a solid woman. Now I am cleaning your wounds and cooling the bruises,” she answered.“Thank you, but why did you come to my room?”“Because I wanted to ask you. ??????????? ?You girlsneed any help?? the woman yelled. ??????????? Theresaexcitedly replied, ?Yeah, our car is fucked and our cell phones aren?tworking.? Can you give us a lift down theroad?? ??????????? The womanraised her hand to her face and thought for a moment, looking over the threesisters.? After ten seconds, she flaggedher right arm at the women and said ?Sure, we can do that.? We?re a tour group heading to a convention,but we can drop you off somewhere along the way.?? As the women. Wearing casual clothes, I began to carefully disrobe, down to my boxers, having changed from tighty-whiteys back when I turned twelve. I had read somewhere online that wearing tight underwear may cause issues with sperm count. It made enough sense to me to make the change.The bathroom door opened, and she walked out wearing the most provocative bra and panty I had ever seen on a real girl. She had developed some quite lovely curves over the last three years, as she pulled back the top blanket.