She went into her bag again, dug out her compact mirror and examined her makeup, while knowing there was nothing wrong with it. Procrastination. The t...ief of time?Her phone read 18:04. Fuck. Fuck. Four minutes over. She bit her lip hard. Then, summoning all her courage, she fisted her small hand and knocked on the door. Nobody answered. Her heart beat a little faster. He wasn’t in. Was she disappointed? She felt almost embarrassed. She knocked again, harder this time. It hurt her knuckles a. "So pathetic," she laughed.A few yards away, Chelsea had bimbo-Kyle in the same position. "Youtoo," she said, drawing the scared bimbo's face to her naked pussy."And don't bother fighting it, Kyla. We've given you both enough dosesof bimbo juice to ensure you'll overjuice immediately, just as soon asyou bring yourself to orgasm, which shouldn't take long. Mmmm. Thereyou go. Good. Oh, no. That's too hard. Lick gentler, Kyla. Gentler!You've got to learn how to be tender with a pussy. . Instead of him being the only one fucking her, he'd decided to invite all the guys over and they were going to have Brenda "pull the train" for them.Brenda had come to Hank's with a sexy tube top on and a very short skirt. She'd dressed expressly with the intent of seducing Hank, but she didn't realize that her sexiness in picking her outfit would foreshadow her having to take the entire athletic complement of the high school on in one evening. When Hank was ready for things to swing into. Then I heard her unscrew a jar. It took me quite a while to guess what shewas doing, but I found out later that I had guessed right. She used a paintbrushto paint my penis and testicles with honey. It was actually quite an uncomfortablefeeling at that stage, the sticky liquid clinging to my skin and pubic hair.I was excited though, and I enjoyed the feeling as she applied the honey tomy nipples as much as I had lower down. I had thought that she was aiming forthe torture of coping with flies.