We assumed that nothing could happen to us - we already knew all there was to know about life, or so we thought.By 8:00 p.m., everyone had purchased t...eir beverages and clambered into my car to head for the party site. We had no forewarning of the troubles that lay ahead on the dark road looming ahead of us.The four musketeers barreled out of town, and off the well-traveled highways, just to turn onto the freshly graded county roads. I knew the roads to the house, so I felt confident I could. Not me. I told you it took a woman who was the very best to get me and keep me. Hey, you've been a good fuck, Brandi, but..." What? What are you saying?" I'm saying you aren't good enough. A good fuck, just not a great fuck. So now I'm tired of you and I'm moving on." But... but... you can't!" Not only can. I am."She reached out to him but he stepped back. She fell off the bed and to the floor then reached out and grabbed his leg. Tears rained down her cheeks."You can't leave me! What will I. You'vemade it sound like you'd rather have a dead child than a daughter. NowI'm telling you that you can either accept me or you can have your"daughter" buried next to your mother." You don't mean it!" Gretchen said in shock. The burning eyes fromFrank told her that she meant it. She knew the way he eyed some of hismale co-workers at the super market was the way a woman eyed a man shethought was cute. "Your not changing your body, you'll make an uglywoman." So you're saying you do want me to. “Does this feel good?”“Yes!”The table rocked as I pounded her. I drilled into her underage cunt. The schoolgirl moaned and gasped, bringing me closer and closer to making me erupt. Her pussy massaged me with her juicy silk. Every thrust made my balls tighten. Brought me closer and closer to exploding in her depths.Then she gasped. Her back arched. Her black hair danced about her head, falling in thick ringlets about her shoulders as she bucked. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. It rippled.