I couldn't take this. My mind was a war zone, two armies fighting for control of the same territory. One side wanted peace and common sense, wanted me...to wake up and see that these girls were my sisters. The other side wanted me to rip their pants off and give them the cock I knew they wanted. And, honestly, I wasn’t sure which side was winning.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I had gone to bed early that night. I needed time to rest and. Join the club, I could have told him.Anyway, this moron Gene Savoca, who didn't like me any more than I liked him, used to bug me about Mom's armpit hair. A couple other guys made cracks once or twice but then let it go. Not Gene. He kept going, calling her Hairy Mary and telling me that my mother looked like she had Cassius Clay in a headlock, so one day I popped him one in the mouth even though he was bigger than me.I didn't know Mom had heard about that, but at least after that he shut up. Belinda briefly teased her nipples with the throbbing black latex head, then glided it down along Donna's belly and in between her thighs. The instant it touched her pussy lips, the teenager shrieked with pleasure. Belinda smiled. "Feels good, doesn't it?" "It's beautiful!" Donna gasped. "Don't stop The red haired girl teased her pussy with the vibrator until she was soaking wet, then gradually eased the smooth gold shaft up between her thighs. Donna was so hot and juicy, she felt little pain,. "When Sophia arrived at the book store, she found Amelia sitting in the coffee shop section. Her ruby lips were wrapped around a matching straw, nursing an iced, heavily caffeinated something while reading from a book."Whatcha got there," asked Sophia as she approached."Your present," Amelia replied without looking up at Sophia.She took another moment to finish reading the paragraph, then closed the book and offered Sophia a warm smile, which Sophia returned. Amelia offered her straw to.