Even those who used to turn up their noses, now beamed widely at me. Bit there lips while they lusted for me. A few even said hi. Asked me how I was. ...anted to know me.My cock swelled in my pants.Clarissa. The girl of my dreams, but one who wasn’t single, waved at me. She was dressed in white kitten heels and a mid-thigh summer dress topped with a blue cardigan. Her platinum blonde hair and fair skin made her most angelic… most fuckable.Despite being the most popular girl in school, I often get. Don’t stop; lick it, Ben.” My tongue swiped up her dark crevice and I flicked it a few times and her breathing told me she was getting too interested. I pressed a finger through her slit and touched her clit to distract her and she quickly changed focus. She pulled away and turned around. Leaning back on the bed on her elbows she spread her legs wide. I knew she was ready for the main event. I glued my eyes to hers even though she was watching my mouth as it pressed into her mound, my lips. She would call me no matter where I was or what I was doing or when. She also knew that I would have to call her back if she ever had to tell me. Margo was his older sister who had raised him after their parents were killed when he was fourteen. She was seven years older and despite her youth, persevered in keeping them together. I always looked to her as our rock when we needed one and this was no different. She handled all the funeral arrangements and literally held my hand through the. She threw her head back and I grabbed luscious handfuls of her breasts as she fucked that whiskey bottle. Up and down, her snatch slid over the thick glass. The movement caused the liquid to slosh upward, giving her steaming pussy a bath of potent alcohol. God, she knew how to ride. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I roughly lifted her up onto the desk, while simultaneously taking long swigs from the pussy-warmed bottle. I could taste her youthful musk and the sharp malt of the liquor as it.