Something catches my eye; I'm forced to look up and there is poor Kristen, mouth open and in shock, watching this horny woman satisfy herself. I am so...embarrassed I have no idea what to say or how to react."Oh damn, Kristen, sorry. I thought you were asleep," I say, not sure how to react to this innocent intrusion.Her eyes are wide and fixed on the dildo in my pussy. "What the hell are you doing? Doesn't that hurt?" she asks, still in shock."No," I reply, "I just got so horny, this is so. I walked around the front to ring the door bell."Ring! Ring!" I waited a few minutes. The door finally opened. "Hey! What's up?" said this k**. "Yeah! I am here to see Brad. My Mom sent me." I said. "I'm Brad dude. Who are you?" he said. "Buck! How it going?" I said. "Come on in. Just woke up man. Took a quick nap. Been playing online." he said. "Cool. Just got up myself." I said. "Follow me to the kitchen. On a beverage run. Some energy drinks. You thirsty dude." said Brad. "Nice! Hit me up!". “Because you ran away, you fucking pussy, I had to!!!” she continued, “how dare you even come to my hotel room.”“I…” I answered, “I was hoping to find you here and was just waiting… I called the police… did they save you?”She slapped me again. “How could you leave me there all alone?”“I was scared, but I didn’t mean to leave you,” I said, “I assumed that you were running right behind me.” I began to cry, partially in shame and partially because her words hurt me. “GET OUT, PUSSY!!!” she. Two stunning tall blonds with heavy makeup and short skirts was certainly not the norm for a conservative church social at that time. However none of the boys were complaining, and it was obvious from the start, that all of the other girls stood very little chance of securing the most desirable lads. I immediately decided on Peter, a tall, very handsome blond lad around my age, whom I had previously met at a church picnic. Our previous encounter was restricted to passionate kissing and a.