Once that he was close enough so that she couldtouch him, she put one of her arms behind his back to keephim from backing away as she touched his face...with herdirty fingernail and whispered to him the way that agrandmother would talk to her grandchild."Aye, you are your father's son. I can sense his strengthin you as well as feel your mother's strong love for you.You are truly the one who will eventually repel our hatedenemies and chase them back to their country, letting ourpeople eventually. The original plan was that I was going to spend the night at Missy’s house but with her passed out Pete and I both agreed that would be a bad idea. As I removed my makeup, I started to try and come up with a reason why there were curls to my naturally straight hair not knowing if I would be able to even get them out. I thought about how long I was going to have to conceal my killer bikini tan lines which were even more pronounced than I had believed. I let myself out and took the walk of shame. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Pound my fucking pussy! Take me Mister! Take my little fuck hole!” I couldn’t see him but I imagined him with his eyes closed, concentrating on plowing into my once virgin cunt. “Use me! Use my fucking cunt to make you cum! Put me on my knees and fucking cum on my face!” he groaned and rammed harder than I thought possible. After a few more minutes I felt him slip from my hole.“Get down. On your knees Emily!” I did as I was told while he stroked his own dick. I knelt there like. Not long after we moved in, I was mowing the yard and saw a small green Scion pull up in the neighbors driveway. Out came our neighbor in a cloud of barking dogs and ecstatic cackling running to the driveway to welcome whomever this intruder was pulling up in the drive. This was the moment that forever changed my happy little suburban life into a living hell.From around the driver's side of the Scion appeared this young devil. She wasn't a supermodel, she wasn't dressed like a stripper with.