Connecting our interests resulted in the obvious. We made amateur sex pictures. Some might call our photographic treasures art, others pornographic. L...t's say they are a little of both. We met at a rock concert. It was some long forgotten local band playing on a warm October evening in a park outside of Charlotte. Brandi was hot, and it wasn't due to the weather. She wore tight short shorts with an ass sexier than anything found in a Victoria Secret catalogue. Her cum-on-me tits were covered. I could see that needy feeling in Rimi’s eyes. We said bye and left the place.That night I could not get my mind out of her beauty especially that thihgs, bOObs, and narrow waist. I was imagining her like anything. Then I slept. When I got up I saw a good morning message. Later I found its Rimi. We started talking causally and later we became close. Our message chatting continued from morning to till sleeping at night. Slowly my mom also got to know about this and I had the idea that parents. Her fingers and feet began to cramp excruciatingly, and her head seemed to explode and fragment into a thousand pieces. She fell to the stage, unconscious and lifeless.*People rushed to the stage, her father and Dorrie arriving first at her side. Her father sat down next to her while Dorrie called for a doctor in the audience and told people to “Get the hell back! She needs air,” with typical Dorrie aplomb.Two hours later she woke up at the hospital with Naki and Dorrie by the bedside. Naki ran. “That he will ... the Costas-Collins dynasty has just begun!” Luna added before planting her booty right in my face.I couldn’t refuse that offer ... I began licking that culo like it was a butterscotch sundae or something like that. I tongued that bottom, ate that ass, and rimmed that sweet butt-crack like it was nobody’s business. Luna really let off a stream of Spanish obscenities well worthy of her Tejana heritage, no doubt of that. Well, I was definitely aroused by now, even as Stacey kept.