Her guilt was magnified tenfold when Brock sat down forlornly at lunch.“I called,” he said simply. “She doesn’t want to speak to me. I don’t...know if she meant just then or ever again. I really screwed up.”Sam was waiting for Brock when he left school that afternoon.“Take a ride with me,” Sam ordered.Great, Brock thought. I already feel like a bastard now her dad is going to drive me somewhere and beat the fuck out of me. I guess I deserve at least that.“I’d like to talk to you for a little. She looked oldertoday. And even more intimidating to a wuss like me, diapered and curledup in a 'my pretty pony' blanket while wearing a frilly little partydress."Good morning baby girl. Did you sleep well princess? Time to kiss yourbabysitter's ass wimp. It's so funny when I make you do this. Startkissing the little pockets. 20 times on each side Megan. NOW!"She put her butt against the bars of the cage and, reaching behind her,held the back of my head the way daddy did. I started kissing. The guy then got involved and pulled the girls apart. He got on top of the blonde and almost roughly shoved himself into her. And for the second I time saw what it looked like when a guy was inside of a girl. Her pussy was pushed round, surrounding him, taking him inside. Cock sliding in and out of wet pussy, I could even see the wetness on his shaft. I whispered it was beautiful. Cheryl responded she never got that close of a look when I was with Mark, but I must have looked the same.I moaned,. “You got such a tight cunt,” he groaned. “Oh, yes, yes. I’m going to spurt so hard into you. I’m going to fill you to the hilt.”I rubbed at my own pussy, a naughty thrill shooting through me as he grunted and groaned. His back arched as his face twisted with pleasure. I could see him getting closer and closer to firing his load.“Already?” I muttered, my fingers sliding into my hot, shaved pussy. Ripples of delight shot through me. “You wouldn’t have given her any satisfaction.The hooker slipped.