His fingers slipped against the juice-slicked labes, making him laugh loudly once more."So, you don't want this, eh? But, man, you're runnin' with jui...e every time I knock the shit outta you! Fuckin' little hypocrite slut. Wonder what the fuck your damned Pope'd think if he could see you jumpin' around like this, your pussy hotter 'n' hell?" Stop it! Don't don't! I'll tell you anything, but just don't hurt me any more," Sister Mary Katherine panted.Jack stopped, cocking his head to one side.. One room was his bedroom, where he had a sort of bunkbed, with his bed on top, and a futon at the bottom. Given I had already told him I wouldn’t have been able to get home, he told me I could sleep on his futon. We drank for another hour or so. He asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said “Yes”. He then told me he could never have a girlfriend, because he liked to fuck too much and even though I had almost zero experience in that field, I lied and said my girlfriend and I “fuck all the time”. . ? The girl, on the other hand, wants to know if it'll hurt, what it's going to feel like, whether there would be fireworks and skyrockets, and whether the boy would treat her like a cheap tramp in the morning. There were a lot of unknowns to be answered in the next few hours.Eric and I didn't have those questions. Eric escorted me to the car, we stopped at one post-Prom party to talk and be seen, and then we were off. But unlike the other 15 year-old girls, I wasn't headed home. Instead we. "Jean and Mandy were fourteen and fifteen year old sex bombs. Blond, slim, tall, nice tits and gorgeous tans. They both had their navels and tongs pierced and when they had bare midriffs, which they usually had all summer, I could see tattoos peeping up from their shorts or jeans.Later that afternoon I answered the phone."Hi Tom, it's Jean. We've got a bit of a problem can you come over please." Hi Tom thanks for coming over so quick said Jean as she answered the door wearing a dressing gown.".