"Want proof?" he asked. "I'm from Missouri. Show me!" I got a ruler, he got it hard, I checked, he'd lied... it was actually just over 11 inches."Whoa..., I said. "Ever size, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. But I'd committed to this course, and I was determined to get the answer to my question.Obviously, it would be necessary for Mel to be present without Jeri knowing it, so the first order of business was to select a location where I could be fucking Jeri while Mel was close by. We. I’m Wendy Peterson. You probably don’t remember me.” “Yes, you look familiar,” Paul said, looking up at her, noticing the stud in her nose, the bright brown eyes, her long dusty blonde hair and couldn’t help notice how her breasts stretched the green T-shirt with the words, “Gilded Cage” written in Gothic letters and a picture of an empty cage with the door opened. “Yes, Wendy,” I remember you.” He paused. “I like your shirt and that image of an empty bird cage.” “I do too,” she said. “Well. As I run my finger along the gusset I scooped his sperm into a pile into the palm of my hand, I held his precious life forging liquid in my schoolgirl hand, and as I put my sodden knickers in my pocket, I lifted my hand under my nose and smelt him, not caring his cum was touching my nostrils, I had seen girls doing facials on porn movies, now I was having my own little moment with stolen sperm, my pink tongue passing my pink lips and dipping into my little pile, I needed to taste him and taste. You ain't got no dick like a cunt, but you don't look like no cunt." He lifted his leg and kicked me on the ass. "Get your little bitch ass into the bathroom and get rid of all that hair. Put on some make-up or something. I don't like my bitches looking like that." "If you do a good job, maybe I let this hot little number go. Now get!" He gave me another kick in the ass as I scooted off to the bathroom, leaving Beth out there alone with them. I ran some water in the tub, and got into it, I.