"More silence. Jesus. Was I supposed to just talk? And say what, if I did? "I'm not going to hurt Hebe" didn't sound like a very promising strategy. B...t truth be told, terror aside this nonsense was beginning to piss me off a little. Not that I was about to say anything, not really, but after all the guy knew who I was, knew my parents, had seen me around since I was little, so what was the deal?I remembered when I took Jean Hanford to the Christmas formal, way back in middle school. I wasn't. I said, "Awe baby that was so sweet of you, I thought we would have to do the picnic another time due to the rain". He told me that when he mentioned the idea of having a picnic I got so excited that no matter what the weather held he was going to have a picnic for me.He led me to the blanket and asked if I was thirsty and that he had 3 different juices for me to select. I selected cranberry juice and he poured the cranberry juice into the wine glass while he had the orange juice. We both sat. ” Anna complied, and Kristen spit into it. “That’s for calling me a dyke when I asked you out. A simple ‘no’ would’ve been fine, but you had to be a bitch. Well, my turn.” They had been filming “Twilight”, and Kristen had stopped by her trailer and asked her out on a date. Anna had called her names and told her to fuck off, but now the tables were turned. She tried to see what was going on behind her, but to no avail. Suddenly, a loud crack sounded, and her ass cheeks burned. Kristen had taken. She told me to get down there and and lick her wet.I gently slid my tongue between the walls of her pussy and started stroking her cunt up and down. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up in a violent motion, looked me dead in the eyes and said, what do you think this is, kindergarten, eat my mother fucking cunt, like a starving african getting food for the first time. She pushed my head back down between her legs and I roughly started sucking on her cunt. The saliva started dripping from.