Vega cupped her hand over her friend's exposed pussy, and carefully massaged it before plunging a single finger inside, which to her pleasure was most...possible. After massaging Jenny from the inside ensuring that her depth exceeded the tip of her finger, she leaned forward and lied over her best friend's soft body. Their tongues met, and the two held each other as they swapped lubricants between their phonetic ports, something Jenny had only seen done before, and never felt."Oh wow… Vega, this. Dustin was caught off guard by the young girl's looks.Monica was standing there in a thin white tank top, her lacey black bra very noticeable throught the thin material. She had on a very small pair of jean shorts. Her features were remarkably like Alma's."Uhh. Hi. I'm Dustin. Is Alma here?" Dustin asked."I don't know, I just got home from school. Come on in. I'm her sister Monica. Have a seat and I'll see if she's in her room." Monica told him. She then walked back to Alma's room. She could. When she got to the door she told me to put her panties back in the laundry when I was done, and then she left. In the next few days I wore my dick and my moms panties out, we couldn't hook up again because everyone was home and I had school during the week, but I always found her panties on top of her laundry everyday. Once that week she even brought them into me and took the used ones back to her room, she just smiled and said enjoy. When the weekend came my dad decided to play golf on. If given the chance and the fire that burns within her stays as strong and as true as they did the night she sat in the gazebo and wrote those words, she will go far as a writer. Which I believe to be her true love. These are the words that reached each and every one of us: COURAGE As the days grow shorter Like the chapters in my life I find that I’m an individual Not a slave, or someone’s wife You have controlled my every action And put blinders on my eyes You covered my body with bruises And.