”Silence filled the room except for the sound of teens pleasuring themselves. Everyone stared at Amy’s nudity and imagined her debauchery when she...was 11. More than one mind conjured the image of the 11-year-old girl’s face in her aunt’s older slit.“Move your feet apart, Jen,” Amy instructed.The 22-year-old obeyed. “Reach down and pull your sex open. Let them see your pink.”Jen froze. She’d never imagined this. It inflamed her inside, but on the surface she couldn’t help standing lifeless while. I cannot control myself from looking at you and fantasizing about you” . I kept quiet. He came closer and hugged me crying. I tried to push him away. I asked him “ Do you wanna love me?” . His face got a smile. He wiped away his tears and exclaimed YES!!!!. I knew what i was doing was wrong but somehow i was impressed by his guts of speaking the truth.He hugged me immediately and held me tightly in his arms. I hugged him back. He was wearing t shirt and boxers which he removed immediately. I. He has slept over in my bed because he hated his roommate so many time I lost count, and when neither of us hit it off with a girl after a night of drinking, I could count on him to be back in my bed that night. We talk daily, and there isn't anything we don't talk about. Our thing has always been watching movies together. We would sit in bed and lean against one another, have an arm wrapped around a shoulder, and a few times even held hands. But other than a few drunken, joking kisses that. Karen looked down at her finger sawing in and out of Bridgette’s bright pink cunt, enjoying the view as her vaginal lips opened up. ‘You’re so pink inside, Bridge. You’re so beautiful! I could just eat you up!’ ‘You’d better, Kris,’ whispered Bridgette. ‘I’ve been aching for it ever since you first whispered what you wanted to do to me. And saying it in the middle of chemistry, too! I’m surprised old Mr. Whitaker didn’t catch you,’ she giggled. Karen’s lucky finger reached down even further,.