"Wie auch immer", murmelte Rebecca und rappelte sich aus ihrem Sitz hoch und strich ihr knielanges gelbes Blumenkleid glatt, als sie im Gang stand. "M...tter ist so ein Besorgnisträger!"Rebecca stieß die Tür auf, warf einen Blick auf die kleine Metalltoilette und runzelte die Stirn. Sie hielt inne, hielt ihren flachen, kleinen Bauch und sah fragend in den Spiegel. "Muss ein falscher Alarm gewesen sein", argumentierte sie und fühlte keinen Druck mehr auf ihre Blase.Rebecca schaute auf und wollte. Me senté en el sofá e hice ademán de quitarme el polo mientras ella bajaba las persianas y encendía la tele.-No te quites nada, que me apetece desnudarte, hace tanto que no desnudo a nadie. La tele es para que los vecinos no nos oigan, ni oírlos a ellos.Se sentó a horcajadas sobre mí, besándome apasionadamente, tiró de mi polo hacia arriba hasta quitármelo por la cabeza, y luego se puso a lamer mi torso, y acariciarlo con sus manos, mi pene estaba duro y dolorido dentro del pantalón, pero. He doesn'tknow it, but he's going to leave with me as his girlfriend. Tee hee!"she confidently states as I continue to stare at his face. "I don'tmind sharing him with you. Here," she commands and pulls my head downto show me that his exposed dick is still hard, "you can finish him offif you want."Her invitation breaks my concentration enough to see how specular herbreasts are. Pria gropes her breasts teasingly before grabbing my handand placing it on her right. My fingers press in as if. In her chair, veronica was looking at Paola, her face was a little pointy, with brown eyes and a warm smile, everything was framed by a veil of shoulder-length black hair that gradually shifted to a pale red. This, however, wasn’t Veronica’s most notable feature, her breasts were gargantuan, bigger than the girls at The White Wave. It was obviously covered by a shirt, but everyone knew what the thin girl was hiding below the fabric of her shirt.“Yes veronica, how can I help you today?” Paola.