” Encouraging words from my bitch of a sister. I spent the next day moping around the house. I constantly checked my phone to see if Lauren message... me, but she never did. My heart nearly stopped when I heard my phone go off. I received a text from Gretchen, who was Lauren’s cheerleading friend. Gretchen despised me. She would take every opportunity to talk down to me. Her message read, “Meet me at 1903 Main Street, 7pm. Don’t be late.” “Odd,” I wondered what she could want with me. Maybe. . .take that cock down your throat and fuck me with your mouth. Yeah, just like that. Bite my cock head, easy, tease me, yeah. . .that feels fucking awesome. You like my cock in your mouth, don't you? I can tell by the way you're sucking me you've missed it .He grabs the back of my head and face fucks me until I'm drooling, my spit running down his cock and balls, gagging a little. I can feel him growing thicker, harder, I don't want him to stop - my ass does - but I want to taste his cum. "And Melinda's not mad at you for that?" Frank asked dubiously."Well, she said she wanted me to give her a call later this afternoon, so it's safe to say that she's not. Anyway, I had a nasty cut on my finger. Not like I had a choice." I heard you did it on purpose." What?!" Jason cried, jumping to his feet. "Who told you that??" Overheard that from Richie, too."Jason frowned deeply. "I'm going to kill him," he muttered.Frank's eyes widened and he leaned forward. "Dude... are you serious? Did. ”“Good. I was better dancer than my sister, then I grew and she didn’t. She says my tits are too big and my legs too long.”“Maybe she’s jealous.”“For sure she is. She has tits like yours. Are you jealous?”“No.” I was beginning to find her a bit irritating but her next words mollified me. “You shouldn’t be. Your tits are fine. Small tits are good.” Thanks a lot. I was a bit surprised when she started to undo her shirt. “See, men like these.” They were confined in an almost transparent bra which.