"Oh, fuck yes!" I said. "I love how it looks, but I really need thatdick, baby. Shove your beautiful cock inside of me and fuck me!" Who's the real sl...t now?" he asked. He pulled back until just the headof his cock remained inside of me. I groaned and tried to push back,but he moved too."Who's the slut?" I am!" I said. "I'm a slut." He teased me with a few half-strokes,causing me to moan."Who's the slut, Stacey?" I tried pushing back against him again, andagain, he moved to block my efforts. I. He was just grinning as he leaned back in his chair, a Maxim magazine held loosely in his hands.The last was the oldest one named Memo. He was old enough to be their father with short black hair that grayed on the sides, a graying mustache and beard, and a round stomach that hinted to his continuous love of beer. He was also dressed casually, a can of alcohol in his hand as he leaned in through the door to see a soccer game that was playing on the TV. You can only shake your head and ignore. He come closer to kiss me so opened my mouth as he stuck his whole tongue into my mouth. I stood paralyzed there for what felt like an eternity while he took of my T-shirt and bra exposing my breasts. I had never been naked in front of a guy before so I tried to cover my breasts with my hands. He then opened the top bottom in my jeans and stuck his hand into my panties, before pulling it back out. “You are not shaved” he said disappointingly while looking weirdly at me. In the same second, I. Once she finds it, she kisses him once more, passionately on the lips, before backing away with a seductive grin. “Thanks, Ghost-Boy.” She tells him. “I better go get washed-up. But let’s do this again tomorrow.” She grabs her towel off the ground and runs into the shower, as Tucker just looks on.“Dash was right, she is the best lay in school.” He says to himself. “Or at least a close tie to Sam. Speaking of them…” He pulls up his boxer & pants and straightens himself out before leaving the.