Then I saw him shooting his semen deep into my girlfriend’s asshole.When he finished shooting his load into her ass; he slid his cock out as she whi...pered in relief. He slapped her ass cheeks as he pulled his pants back up. I quickly ran into my old room as he left his bedroom and walked back downstairs and outside. Then I walked to that main bedroom and opened the door.My sweet Ana was lying onto the bed, face down and still panting.I climbed onto the bed spreading her ass open and looking at. It’ll break his heart to hear that Jen died. We didn’t know anything about it. We don’t even know where she’s buried. I’m so ashamed!” sobbed Janice as tears once again began streaking down her cheeks. “That makes you my cousin. I’m Jennifer Bennington. I’m sorry your mother died and that Grandma was so mean to her. I’m seventeen and I’ll be a senior next year at a private school near Arlington, Virginia. You’re Steve Hammer?” “Yes, I’m Steve. This is Gwen Anderson, my girlfriend. This little. I'm just getting breakfast ready; why don't you come on up and give your old mom a hand?" He took the stairs two at a time, mind swimming with erotic possiblities.In the kitchen, he found Karen at the stove, wearing a white apron, a pair of while mules and nothing else. As she faced away from him, busy with breakfast, Jared stared in wonder at the smooth, tanned expanse of her bare back; the curling ends of that long chestnut mane tickled the skin just below her shoulder blades. His eyes. She had actually kicked his ass a year ago when she was a senior and he was a smaller freshman. He had put me in a headlock on the bus and she jumped in to the fray and pushed him down onto the bus floor aisle, and in his confusion she landed a solid kick to his nose. He began to cry and all the students cheered at her chivalrous defense of her brother. Time and hormones had plotted against her though, now Brian was bigger and stronger than he was then and that defeat seemed like a distant.