By Independence Day, it had sunk in that that life was gone forever.Vince was no immigrant: his family had been in the US for four or five generations... Still, he was the first to break away from the tight ethnic enclave where his immigrant ancestors had settled after getting off of the boat. Machismo was a prominent characteristic of the culture he was raised in, and he certainly did not leave it behind when he left the neighborhood for college, never to return.Not everything about machismo was. The smell was strong enough to drag me out of bed and carry me down the stairs towards the kitchen. I didn’t even bother changing out of my red silk nighty that slightly showed off my white cotton panties if I moved or sat the right way. I was hoping that dad was in the mood to talk because we really had a lot to discuss. “Mmm,” I let out as I entered the kitchen and the smell of bacon completely consumed my nose. It was one of my favorite things in the world and I was ready for it. “Something. ” Brandon laughed “I used to jerk off thinking about her. Until I started fooling around with you I mean.”“That’s not that weird. You probably don’t want to bring that up on your date, though.”“She might be flattered.” Brandon said sarcastically.“Maybe save it for the second or third date.”There was a long pause.“What if she doesn’t want to go out with me?” Brandon pondered aloud, his head clearing in the post-afterglow period of mild shame.“Based on what you’ve told me so far B, that seems. They rubbed their cum round my face with their nobs making sure to cover it all in their spunk. ‘Go on leave us alone now wait in the car there are some beers in there \i want to finish with my whore myself’ The three guys picked up their clothes off the floor and all camer over and kissed me on the lips ‘thanks Sasha you are one hell of a great girl’ I was one hell of a girl a fucking drty horny one and hads enjoyed every minute of it Greg struggled to get me off his cock then he untied my.