My hunger grew every second away from him. The distance between us killed me. My heart ached for his presence and my pussy pounded at the thought of h...m. He was my everything and I couldn’t wait to talk to him, to see his face, to see the look in his eyes when I smile. Everything he does drives me crazy!One lonely night of writing fantasies and waiting for him to come on Skype, I started touching myself. I couldn’t help it, the anticipation was killing me. I read a story and was getting wetter. She always kept her red hair shoulder length and the bangs out of her eyes with a white headband. She never dressed provocatively, she always wore loose clothes, to hide her 34A-cup breasts and almost non-developed hips from the boys, feeling shy about the fact she always had to think, 'I'm just a late bloomer.' Today, she wore a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers. With nothing else and not wanting anyone but her closest friends at the present, she just tries to think about this. Jason didn’t know how long he would have stood there, but his indecision was broken by the sound of the front door crashing open. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Karla and Sarah burst in through the door, looking around worriedly for the house inhabitants. Emma looked startled at the sudden intrusion, and Jason took that moment to act before anything else happened.“You look so sexy in that outfit, Em.” He said, his voice cracking a little when he said her name. He was aware of the other two. I just was enjoying the rythem of Farid s cock..such a pity.. but Farid pulled his cock out, and I turned myself on my back. Mohammed changed his position and took place before my legs who I lifted up. Farid said suck my cock bitch, taste your hole..taste my cock…Do it!… said Mohammed . I opened my mouth while Farid said ..wide open deep inside your throat…yes bitch.. good bitch…Farid s cock was warm wet and slippery gliding inside my throat. Mohammed said to Farid grab his ankles. Farid did.