“Sing it.”“Wh- What?”“Sing yourself happy birthday.”Crazy hard-fucking bastard. She knew from the glare on his sweat-soaked face that he m...ant it, so she tried. Anything for this gorgeous shit-heel. “Happy birthday to me …” Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna pass out. “Happy birthday to me.” She could only gasp out the words, racked as she was with mighty fuck-strokes. “Happy birthday dear Broo-ooke … Oh shit … Fuck … Happy birthday t - toooo meeeee.”“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Now I’ve got a. I wish I were your friend. Would you like to be my friend? Ty”. I wondered who is this, someone anonymous wants to be my friend. I did not respond.A week later, I again received the email. “Hi Mr. Daniel, please say something, please answer. Ty”. I was curious, who is this person, things came up and I did not responded. I was alone on the weekend when I saw a third email. “Hi Mr. Daniel, please be my friend. Please answer me. Ty”. I was intrigued this person is so persistent and decided to. Unfortunately, it was now 10pm on a school night and his mom wanted us to go to bed since we had school the next day. She told us to get ready and she'll be up soon to check on us. So, my friend and I got ready and headed to bed. He had a bunk bed so he took the top bunk and I the bottom. We were laying in the beds talking when his mom walked in wearing a very see through nightgown amplifying her beautiful body. I was getting very hard under the covers as I've always had a crush on her. She. ..Courtney Jackson entered into a stall. She lowered her jeans and her pink thong to show her shaved womanhood. She caressed it. She began to fondle it. She wet her fingers, then said fingers entered her. She fought moans while fingering, to no avail. Her other hand grabbed her breast, groping it.“Ugh. Ugh. Fuck. Fuck me...”As she found her treasure getting wetter, she thought about Kayla more and more. They did have a falling out, but something about her since then...“Mmm... Fuck me... Fuck.