" "You rolling with that big fucker Charlez now huh? I've heard shit 'round the way. You two been hustling up and down that beach." Birdie said. "We h...ng out, yeah." "Heard it was more than that," Birdie rubbed his thin mustache and 'flavor saver' before running his hand over his freshly shaved head. "We just came up on some shit that we don't know what to do with... You know us, we straight sell pot to those surfers 'n' shit. But we came up on some shit that... That might be right up your. He wants this as much as I do." That was enough for him. He leaned in and kissed her. She was so scared she was shaking, but couldn't deny him. Her breasts and face flushed she opened her legs to her lover allowing him access to her womanhood. Inserting his thick finger, he began to prep her for the invasion of his massive black cock. Insane with desire, she rotated her hips around his probing digit, humping herself frantically toward him as they kissed deep French kisses. Since she was. Humping her best friend's ankles and feet was even weirder than humping her leg, Kacey thought, but the craving and need to cum was quite effectively knocking most rational thought processes out of her mind.Her hips ground in circles, and she pumped them forward and back as if riding a horse with great gusto, the same sort of energy she showed when she danced. Her hands squeezed her breasts, and even experimentally twisted her nipples a few times, taking pleasure in the odd little popping. It has to happen ths way. PLease. Yes, I love you and I ache for you but I can't do it willingly. Not now. You have do get my past that fear. Do you understand?" There was a strange expression on her face, tears flowing freshly down her face. I attempted to kiss but she twisted her head away until I held it firmly in my hands and kissed. Her lips were tight and impenetrable. I pushed back down onto the bed and ripped open her nightgown; the thin fabric was no great obstacle and her mom's.