On friday night just chilling infront of netflix when suddenly my light went off tv and allthe backyard door slammed open ''who is this?''''its daddy ...nd his friend''''what the fuck?''''get him''and i endup fighting the 4 hands on my couch trying to get my cloth ripped offuntil they succededass slapped doddy , hold by them calling me a white boy slut ''stop stop i dont know you''i bright flashlight on my face , naked as a worm , not seing them blinded by the light''there we brought you proper. " She sneered up at her taller Brother. "This is a joke…you’re my BROTHER." STEP-brother. And no, it’s no joke." Johnathan simply replied, adding “I see how you sometimes look at me.” Giving her a serious look.That truth caused an awkward silence to fall for a few moments. The pair of them stood still looking at each other. As if frozen in time. Ashlynn with a look of surprise, her mouth had fallen open. Johnathan giving the same serious look, with a little smirk appearing from the corner of. He held her tight against him, the cold zipper of his parka scratching at her breasts and hips, and he kissed her again. His cock was an insistent lump in his jeans, pressing against her groin. Ben rubbed his hands over her cool nylon parka, feeling her under it, feeling her against him. Her tongue slid over his. He caught her face between his hands and kissed her rapidly and hard on her mouth, her cheeks, her chin, her throat. ‘Why are we standing here?’ she asked him. He slipped one arm under. She collapsed exhausted on the bed, but it felt so good. But why was she thinking about Becky? She had never been with a woman before, she was always told it was a sin and she never looked at women in that way.Poor Becky still had half her day left at work, she tried everything she could to get the vision of Lynne out of her head. She tried payroll, scheduling, even worked the register hoping that it would help her forget that her friend was in the bathroom the same time as her, listening to.