I always reply, "There are only three of us, and it is only one at a time." People who don't know me very well think I have catatonic epilepsy. To t...e outside world, sometimes I just lock up for somewhere between a few moments to a few days. That makes it a little hard to work, and even harder to have any close friends. But inside, I am not "locked up," I am someone else... and I am often somewhere else. Actually, I am not always someone else. When I am Kelly, I am someone else. When. I could almost see half of her boobs, were hangingout of her dress. And then when she turned back her ass was abt 4 or 5 feetaway from where i was sitting and that was a sight to remember. But then I saidto myself it was not right as she was my cousin. But these incidents becomemore frequent now. One day she wanted to show me some pictures they had takenrecently and We were going through the pics when she said you are theonly friend I have here so I need to tell u something. I told her not to. “Mrs. Davies!” whimpered my friend. “Sam! Yes!”Those wonderful, sweet juices bathed my face. I licked and lapped them up as they flowed out of her. They spilled over my mouth. I drank them down, feasting on them. They were incredible. I reveled in the joy of drinking my friend's passion.“That's it, sweetie,” Mom cooed. “Ooh, your first time is going to be amazing!”“It will be!” I moaned, pussy cream dripping down my face. “Do it, Mom! Make my friend into a. He reared back again and forced himself all the way into her box, tearing through her virginal membrane, and ripping a scream out from her soul. Gregg rode her hard and swift, grating against her insides with each stroke. His drunken state prolonged his arousal and her torture, until he finally came. He remained over her a moment, until he regained his composure and his cock began to shrink from inside her. He turned back to Rick, ‘Your turn.’ Rick mimicked Gregg’s actions as he violently.