You lean down and breathe into my ear, kissing the side of my face. You ask me who does this pussy belong to, I answer to you. You pull back out until...only your head is still in, you slam back into me. I cry out again, you ask me who does this ass belong to, I manage to get out to you. Once again, you pull back and slam into me. I had tried to brace myself for it this time but it didnt work. You ask, who do you belong to, I answer to you. You pull back again and slam into me once more, I cry. Our presence is scrutinized by the boys and expressed in any attempt to spark up a conversation, Stephanie enjoys their tainted attention. One afternoon while walking home from school one of the boys from the football team handed us a flyer for a pool party that was Neither Stephanie nor I had ever been to a pool party. Stephanie was excited while myself a bit timid. She then remembered that she had soccer practice on that same day. She hinted that I go on my own. I told her it would be a bad. Her shirt would either be made of a material that was practically see-through or was tight enough fitting to see the outline of her bra. When she wore leggings, which she often did, you could see the outline of her panties over her cute little bum. Marisa was next. She was easily the smallest out of the girls with black hair similar to Karen's.Marisa's tits were not quite as big to be considered B-cup, but not small enough to be considered A-cup. She always seemed to wear white underwear. you. “Yes!” Leo said, mewling in pain.“Good,” Octavia said in a normal voice. “But that’s ‘yes sir’. I’m so agreeable, I’ll even accept ‘yes ma’am’. Oh, and Leo Baby, I’d be very careful about just how quickly you stand up because next time I won’t just incapacitate you. I’ll kill you. Understand?”“Yes, ma’am!” Leo offered. He slowly got up, his eyes shooting daggers at the stupid bitch. He rotated his shoulder and turned to the other cunts. He forced one of his patented panty-dropping smiles at the.