Jessica was a petite little thing about a head shorter than me, even without heels, I could probably pick her up and snap her in half if I wanted. All...she wore were jeans, a blue T-shirt, and a pair of sneakers. Not exactly flattering attire, but I'd fix that in time. She had black hair that went a bit past her shoulders. Her breasts weren't much to look at, but I've always preferred girls with smaller breasts.After ordering the pizza, I went back into the living room, and she was still in the. John was naked in there. I nearly jumped right back out, but he said not to worry, he was just finished shaving himself. "Come on, let's get the last of your hair off." I stood under the water with my eyes closed and felt John soaping my chest. "There's nothing there, John." I said. "I know, Billy. I just..." His hands moves over my pecs. I felt him linger on my nipples. It felt nice, but this was a boy touching me. A boy. Not right. "John..." "Sorry. I don't know.." He went to his knees and. "Jack, teach this fucking whore a lesson, teach her mouth not to swear."Suddenly the skinny dick was in my face, poking me in the eye and rubbing along my cheeks, leaving a wet trail where it'd been. It found my lips but it recieved no resistance from them. His cock slid in, I sucked with all mymight and Jack gasped, he was trying to pull it out until i ran out of breath and had to let it go, but it came right back in again.Meanwhile, my asscheeks were clamped together but Terry had been wiping. I don't think I would be very good for you tonight can we leave it for a few days?" he said quietly.She withdrew her touch, an icy hand gripping her heart. She heard him slide into sleep. He hadn't even LOOKED at her flimsy garment or the way it concealed but revealed.Again she checked the laundry and again she smelt the stranger's perfume. His underpants were again marked with an earlier excitement. Once again the odour of a different soap lingered on his skin. Her stomach was a hard ball.