Maybe I should be the one who is getting stalked. I got out on the second floor were the bar was and they got off too. Now I made a comment about my p...etty stalkers and we all giggled some. As we stepped off, it seemed like the blondes parents were standing there. I was careful, not knowing how they would react with the girls joking around with a stranger. The mom started joking some along with us. She said they are a handful now, just wait until they become legal. The father commented how. I asked her how she liked spying on the Room Service Manager as I fucked her hard. She could barley answer as my cock rapidly rammed her tiny pussy. I asked her again how did she like it. This time she answered, “ I love it. I love watching her beautiful body and her face when she cums”, was her answer. I picked her up like the Room Service Manager and really rammed her hard making her bounce hard. She was moaning and crying in pleasure as I slipped one hand of and whacked her tiny ass. All of. Her sister and stepfather arrive at the car shortly after, and I get out and wave goodbye. I don't see Brittany at school anymore because she moved about 4 months before this story happens, to where she has to go to the other middle school, but she still came to the church to see me. I loved hanging out with her and the little times we could get alone. Cassie would try to stop us from being alone, just because she didnt have anyone else to talk to. She would always follow Brittany and I. Knocking three quick taps like always, he let himself inside the old house and followed the sounds of cursing and banging until he came upon the old man in his garage, grumbling at several boxes of junk. He turned his wrinkled face and smiled in delight.“Benjamin!” He greeted, “thank god you’re here!”“Morning Mr Daniels,” Ben took stock of all the boxes, and all scrap metal and machine parts that littered the cramped garage. “What uh, what do you need help with exactly?”The old man waved a.