. & that’s pretty much what happened then. He’ d trap me in my room & try to pull up my shirt so he could see my developing breasts , that sort of...think .My other brother did it too , but not nearly as much as Javed . This went on for a while, until i finally comlained to my mother.. & she was mad on him & he stop it i didn’t think about it often , but every once in a while in the years that followed, i,d catch Javed looking at me with an odd glem in his eyes… That made me nervos.But once he. “In which case, fuck ‘em,” Denise put in her two cents as well.“Too fucking hilarious! Genius, Colleen, pure genius!” Kyle laughed pretty hard at that idea.“I wonder how far Chantal and her boss got?” Jenny thought aloud.“If I had to guess, they’re probably still in town, fucking like bunnies in some motel. Why not? The only ones who would recognize them are exes, not the Mafia or a biker gang. Lucky them!” Melanie snorted, even as they turned onto a major city street in that town.“How late is. I like it. like that time at the mall when you just started singing me and bobby mcghee. you have the voice for it. real talent. I think our first fuck was when I was sensory deprived. I was blindfolded, tied up, and had earphones in. I know M was spit roasting me. I remember enjoying the whole thing. I love kink. sensory deprivation is fun at parties. never know who is using you. its the thrill of not knowing whats next. you both took your turns. M loves watching and spit. He put a hand on either side of my head and kissed me softly on the lips. His kisses moved all around my face and neck. Several times I felt his dick dance inside me but he did not thrust or move my hips to get himself off.I sat impaled on his cock, tired but loving the attention. Soon he stood, holding me suspended between his hands and his cock. My feet slipped down to the floor and he led me to our bedroom. He lay me on crisp clean sheets and lay on his side next to me, propped on an elbow..