When she answeredthe phone and Brad identified himself, she immediatelythought it was Brad Anderson, the creep from her metalshop class.“How the...fuck did you get my number?” she demanded.“Fuckin’ A, you put it in the window.”Iris suddenly realized he was calling from the road.She whirled around to look, spotting a blue Toyotahanging out behind them. Brad looked like he was in hislate twenties or early thirties with scruffy beard anda tucker hat. Iris waved; he. Angie removed her mouth from Sara’s clit, which now poked out in arousal. Slowly, from the bottom up, Angie slid her tongue, tasting the sweet goodness that had escaped Sara’s tender sexual lips. Angie was finally peeling Sara’s pussy open, and just like the ones she had in the past, it was just as succulent. “Uh huh, lick that wet pussy! I bet it tastes good!” Angie heard from behind her. “That is so fucking hot!” another girl said as Angie took another swig from Sara’s personal fountain.. You knew moving out into the suburbs was a mistake as soon as you signed the papers. But "Jace Tyreson never backs away from a fight," or so you keep telling yourself. House arrest isn't so bad, you try to tell yourself. Your food is delivered to you on time, the TV and computer work, and for the most part, your needs are pretty much taken care of for you. At least you don't need to wear one of those garish ankle monitors. Still, the situation itself is an insult.Maybe you could've seen this. I returned the favor by introducing you to some new experiences too. Just last week while I was sucking on your nurs and stroking your cock, I let my tongue wander down to your hairy sweaty asscrack. You weren't too sure about it at first but I reminded you how much I loved having your tongue in my ass and you relented. Now it's something you enjoy. Not every night, but it's part of our regular sex rotation. Just then your cellphone dinged and you reached for it on the nightstand. You laughed.