She giggled at that, it was so small that she couldn't even call it a dick. What good was it having all that strength and endurance if all you could b...ing to the bedroom was a three inch pee-pee no bigger around than a cocktail sausage. God what a mess she thought; I love Peter and my Peter can't give me any peter. Well, I'll just have to do my best to keep him happy and try to make sure that he never finds out just how big a slut his teeny tiny pee-pee has made me.Her pussy was already. We're not supposed to do stuff like that." No shit, Danny. Of course. We won't tell our parents we're fucking each other. That seems pretty obvious. Does this help?" I asked as I pulled off my nighty and slid down my panties and kicked them toward him.If you're thinking that I'm a dirty little slut, you're absolutely, one-hundred percent correct. I could still feel Blake's dick inside me and wanted every one like it I could get my hands on. Or get inside my pussy. And Danny was there, right. It was that incredible type of summer rain you get after a week of humid days, and it hammered on the window panes, landing so fast it ran straight off the dried cracked ground and onto the paths, where it flowed around and through my battered converse shoes. Running for the shelter of a tree, I waited for five minutes until it seemed to be slowing up and carried on at a hurried pace. I arrived at home a quarter of an hour later, so soaked it was funny. As I peeled off my sodden clothes I. She has a short buzzcut and is looking at me, hungrily. Alright guys, what are you men gonna do while I fuck her? she says. What do you mean? I figured you could sit on her face while we fucked her holes, one of the men say. Oh gentlemen, why do you always assume that I want to sit on a womans face? Oh no. Im going to make her come over, and over, and over again until she cant handle it anymore. Then, you can have her, she replies. You come over to me, take my head in your hands and spit on me..