Reflexively her thighs spread as his body molded against her, inviting him closer as her dress hiked up her hips. He could feel her hardness through h...r panties and started grinding his hard cock against her, causing her to start moaning softly. Bending over he placed his lips on hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth as she sighed. His hands grabbed her hips as he ground harder against her, relishing the feel of their heat pressed together. She kissed him furiously as he kept rubbing against. "Little Miss Benedict Arnold was one hot number. Five feet two inches of buxom blonde in 9th grade. The kind of bod that made even the teachers watch her curvy figure slink through the halls," I said bitterly. I could still see the cat-eating-the-canary look on the bitch's face when I agreed to set her up with my little brother."What was her name?" Shameera asked around a bite of salad, eyes curious."Evelyn Rachmaninoff, if you can believe that," I laughed derisively. "Evie Rachmaninoff was. She wanted to run, she wanted to scream, she wanted to run in the room, and grab her best friend, and ask her. How could she do this to her? But her feet wouldn’t move, and she found herself not being able to take her eyes off the two naked bodies in her bed. She watched as Brad ran his large hands down Katy’s slender body. Gently rolling his finger tips around her hard, and aroused nipples. Katy began to moan again, as Brad ran his tongue along her neck and coming to a rest on her nipple. He. But I kept thinking, "What's wrongwith this picture?"Then it hit me. She was tent-poleing the sheet.She was really out of it, I could tell. Not light, dreamy sleep, butdead to the world sleep. I was horny and out of my mind with lust, andI'd never seen an erect dick before (other than movies, and not countingmy own), so I just had to look.I was real careful and I pulled the covers back and noticed her squirm alittle, and then she was nude. I thought I was dreaming. Her dicklooked about like.