And with all that makeup on, she even looked like Claire. Clairewas the sexist thing Brian ever fantasized about. It wasn't easy holdingstill while ...indy fussed with his eyes, adding liner, mascara, and coloron his lids. He wanted to grow big and strong. He wanted muscles. Hewanted to be a man, not some little boy who let his girl friend put makeupon his face. But, as Mindy applied makeup to his face, he knew he wasgetting caught up in Mindy's excitement."Oh, Brian. You have to see. It rolled off herlap and hit the floor."Cindy, what happened? What's wrong?" Tony," she said, choking up. "Do you know Amber? The headcheerleader?" No," I said. I really didn't keep track of her cheer friends. I triedmy hardest to keep to myself."Well she-" Cindy choked up. Unable to get the rest of the sentenceout. "Died in a car accident last night".She is overwhelmed and starts crying.A chill runs through me. A classmate of ours died? Nah. That kindastuff doesn't happen at our. The trimmed blond triangle pointing to her pussy was perfect. And that pussy! I’d imagined what one would feel like but was way wrong. The sensations of it moving on my shaft made the rest of the world go away. Only after I shot the wildest cum shot ever could I even think about the brief history she’d told me or that her husband would get in it too. That got me up again quickly as she expected and she kept on riding.She’d sometimes stop bouncing and lean over to put one hard nipple and then. She turned and with a single swift movement, pushed him onto his back. Paul lay back, wondering why the carpet was damp under his body. He was distracted by Sophie lowering herself onto his cock, letting him slide all the way up inside her in less than a second. She moaned and began riding him as Emma watched, her breathing still some way from returning to normal. She wanted to move, wanted to kiss Sophie, to thank her, to cuddle up to her, but instead she could only watch as Sophie rode her.