I was in the kitchen staring at a box of spaghetti when he came home. He called me into the living room, sat me down on the couch and started to yell....He was furious! I kept hearing the same things over and over.How could you be so stupid? Why would you let me leave with a camera filled with nude photos? Worst yet, my sister - shit! What were you thinking?Brad had never yelled at me, at least not like this, and I had not thought about what would happen if anyone saw the pictures. As I sat there. .bien?" escuche una voz a lo lejos."John ¿estas bien? nuevamente la voz me parecía familiar.Al abrir los ojos veo a Luke bastante asustado, aun mareado logré contestarle que estoy bien, con su ayuda logro ponerme de pie."Menos mal que estas bien, estaba bastante asustado cuando la maquina se cerro" dijo un poco más relajado.Estábamos tan distraídos que no nos percatábamos de nuestro entorno, y de un momento a otro luces rojas y sirenas sonaban en el lugar, una pequeña explosión se escuchó cerca. "She softly spoke to me before she slid herself over my face, rubbing me against her moist pussy.It certainly smells really sweet."Does that smell good too?"She then leaned down and sniffed my face."Do you like that more than my bum?"She paused as she looked at me.She lifted herself up, and rubbed my nose against her warm slightly sticky bumhole, it had become a bit dewy with sweat.She then leaned back down and sniffed my face."Which smell do you like best?"She smiled sweetly."Oh, you like my. He tasted of apple vodka and that combined with his aftershave and masculine scent was intoxicating. Sara had to have more, and Greg clearly felt the same. Maybe he too had been wanting more than just friendship these last few months. Their lips met again, more urgently this time, as Sara entwined one arm around Gregs neck, the other around his strong, defined back, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. Gregs hands greedily roamed Saras curvaceous body, groping her arse, her tits and.