“But Missy is sleeping right next to me we can't do this.” I whispered to her. “Please I’ll be quiet.” She whispered into my ear. With that... I feel her moving around under the covers. She's taking off her sweats and slid her body on top of me. “We can't do this Missy will wake up.” I told her. She didn't listen and removed my shorts. She pressed her lips on mine. I felt her tongue push past my lips and dart into my mouth. I kissed her back as she wrapped her hand around my neck. I can feel. All I was hungry for was a buttered muffin and coffee, lots of coffee after staying up most of the night. Jack was the opposite. He had a kind-size appetite and ate heartedly.“You must really be hungry, Jack,” I said when I watched him pile up his plate a second time.“I’m famished. I need to regain my strength from last night,” he replied.Jack’s statement made me blush as I quickly recalled some highlights of our love-making. After we left the buffet, we toured the lobby, looking at the Rocky. My dad then asked Paul if he's finished with school, and has anymore test. Paul is an honor student and finished his test today.... so of course dad says I'll call your parents so you can go. Now it 2 guys who were looking to use me as a cum dump and now we had to be on our best behavior.My dad and I had to go to church to bring that box Tank brought over and help my mom moving stuff at church. In the meantime my cousin Paul said he'll get the stuff out of the attic and pack up the station. The crop artist goes first, and he is not gentle. The stiffleather clapper falls on the tenderized meat of her tit, and she jumpsin response. He whips her hard and he whips her fast, raining thestrokes down onto her punished breasts as she writhes and screamsbeneath him. She feels the depths of his sadism through the crop. Thisman wants to hurt her, wants to see her suffer. She catches a glimpseof the bulge at the crotch of his tight leather pants. Yes, he wantsher to feel it. He crops her taut.