I watched as her back began to arch and she clung to him and bit into his shoulder, sobbing as she came. That didn’t stop him. He kept pounding her,...calling her a slut, a whore, taunting her about how he was going to take me upstairs and fuck me in their bed while making her sleep on the floor like a dog.She came again. A moment later, so did I. Not as hard as before. It didn’t matter. It still felt good.“Maybe, if you’re good, I’ll let you clean my cum from Bunny’s cunt, Anya. Or maybe from. “I bet you will...” she mumbled. We went back out to the party, and I kept Andrea close all night, partly to keep her out of trouble, but mostly just because as she drank more and more, she was willingly pliable to my suggestions. We danced and made out; we playfully groped when we thought no one was watching. Joyce stayed for a couple of hours, always within view but not overly obvious of her watching. After awhile, she walked over to Andrea and I were sitting, and mentioned that she was. He liked how he looked, but was always wishing he had some time to spend in the gym or something to add a little meat to his lithe frame. He flipped through his profile pics. His face shot looked good; he always liked how his prominent chin and cheekbones framed his face. Another pic was your garden-variety naked torso pic. It showed off a decent six pack and his smooth chest. Caleb figured he should probably update that one soon; he'd gotten his nipples pierced months ago and they were finally. Both her parents' faces fell, and her mother said with considerable disappointment, "Oh, he's a runner."Her very disappointed, and almost scathing comment reminded me of Ava's saying her parents hadn't wanted her to look for "a good man" at her running club. This needed fixing! I immediately insisted, "I am NOT a runner, Mr. and Mrs. West. I went for a run today because I've been doing a great deal of study lately, and I needed to get some exercise. I can count on the fingers of one hand the.