Soon both of us fell to the carpet but Rosie was on top again. "You really don't want to wrestle me, eh? Your loss, but that's not what your body is t...lling me." She was right - as always. "My ex liked to wrestle me, and so did some other boys I knew. Sometimes I," and her voice went soft and low, "Sometimes I let them win." "I ... don't ... know," I started. Rosie was purposely taking me out of my comfort zone. She knew my confidence with girls had a lot lacking. "So, my offer, I stand the. Re-running the video in slow motion you could easily see above the arse-pounding pricks the slight quiver in their open pussy lips, followed by a vertical eruption of juice. The juices sprayed into the air, and dripped off Mike and Bob's legs onto Pam' neck and face, who had slid down the bed to watch the fucking close up. Pam licked her lips and rubbed her hands in the mixed up juice and sucked her fingers gurgling "this finger is sweet, this is tangy".----:After they had finished recounting. But who am I to complain? So far she is the only person to even show. “Who’s house is this?” She asks. “Hi Missy! Come in, come in,” I say too loudly. The alcohol is talking, not me. “Is this your place? Did you, like, buy this place yourself?” She seems amazed anyone could live here. “Hey, come on in. There are a bunch of kids showing up soon. I have tequila!” Right behind her, a few guys from school show up. Missy retreats to the corner. She looks like she doesn’t want to touch anything. Who. Sally was dressed in abit of a different outfit, with a shorter but flitter dress on, in abrighter color. She was carrying a bag which she said contained somenice nail polish, something they could work with to do their nails.Kathy was not sure she was ready for this but remembered the warnings tojust accept it and get along, so reluctantly she agreed to get her nailsdone first, and learn how to do it. Sally found an area around hercouch, suggesting Kathy pull up a chair to sit in front of it.