Whether Heather had led him that way by accident, or subconsciously on purpose, she wasn’t sure, but their walk had taken them in the direction of h...r room. Before long, they were right in front of her door.“This is my room here,” she said. “You—” she gulped. This was the big moment, she could still back out if she wanted to. But no, she had to follow through with it. “Would you like to come in?”Jimar seemed almost surprised she had asked. “Su—sure, I would love to,” he finally said.Heather. " Maybe." Dawn shrugged, "But after years of taking her shit, of her bossing you around, of everybody comparing you to her, and having to live with the fact that when it came down to it, she kicked your ass, I would have thought you would have jumped at the chance for a little revenge."That was a very good point, and we both knew that if I fucked her little s*ster and B ever found out she'd beat me bl*ody, or at least try too, but neither she nor any of her friends would actually end me. Most. It was her and Steff, side by side, pulling silly pouting faces.Engaged or not, Steff was dressed up in her usual attire: a tight black miniskirt and a tight white top. Her breasts bulged through the fabric, huge and ripe. Her blond hair was cut into a bob and her skin was tanned healthily. She looked sultrily into the camera. Her tongue was poked out at me and there was a small blue stud embedded in her tongue.That was Steff. Loud, an in-your-face type. Always showing off. Which is probably. Ab mujhse bhi raha nahi gaya or maine unki chut pe land rakh ke halka sa dhaka diya par land andar nahi gaya or bhabhi ki aahhhh nikal gayi, fir maine unhe kiss karte hue jor se jhatka diya or land ka supada andar chala gaya, bhabhi ki chikh nikal gayi par maine unke muh ko apne muh me dabakar unki chikh nahi nikalne di or main dhire-dhire land andar-bahar karne laga, thodi der bad bhabi bhi mera sath dene lagi or apne chutad uchal ke mera sath dene lagi ohhhhh aahhhhhh or jor se mere raja.