"You can't keep me here!" she protested."Actually, I rather think I can." I contradicted her, "But I haven't offered you a drink, would you like Champ...gne, or there is some orange juice or some Australian white or red." You're completely mad, as in insane." she said."Champagne it is then," I agreed, "Then perhaps we could make love," You want to rape me again?" she asked."No, you were a willing partner," I insisted, "remember?"I carefully over filled a wine glass with cheap champagne and. "Thirteen-year-old girls really could be such snots. Then again,considering the crowd I had to deal with on a daily basis, so couldseventeen-year-old ones.If I had to guess, it would my mother had snatched up the name first.You know, since she obviously had a daughter instead of a son. Whichmade me spend a half a second wondering what the former Penelope's namewas now. Probably Samantha.I shook my head as I put the license back into the wallet and the walletback into the purse. This was no time. Jed didn't need any more invitation. Heheld the back of Justin's head as he slid his hard juicy prick in to hisballs. "Taste good?" Jed asked. Justin tried to shake his head. MeanwhileJed's mate, a dark surfer who looked Italian or Greek, was watching Jed whenhe wasn't watching Brett fucking his own little daughter. "Hey, throats areokay but I need me some cunt or ass real bad," he said."You can fuckin' wait your turn," Brett grunted as he rammed Wendy's littlehole."Might have to fuck some ass. As we continued kissing I felt his right hand slip into my boxer shorts and before long, his middle finger was actively encircling my pucker.With this demonstration of intent, my mind flashed back to my ‘defloration’ nightmare. I remembered vividly how that idiot had simply rammed his dick into me, followed by the most excruciating pain. I recalled jumping up screaming, before telling him to fuck-off. Above all, I recollected how disgusted he had been with me before departing, after berating me.