”I understood that other emotion I’d seen in her eyes - fear of abandonment.Wrapping her in my arms, such a frail girl, I assured her I wouldn’t... “You’re stuck with me, honey.” Eventually Amelia cried, some of the poisonous sorrow oozing out of her.Still, recovery wasn’t fast. I noticed it in her music. Amelia began to play mournful songs on the piano. She sang less and the songs were of loss and sorrow, sung with such sadness and agony I had a lump in my throat. Her remarkable voice expressed. . For a couple of seconds. We reached the 4th floor. I moved to my room and asked her to come. There were still people around.We managed to get inside the room unseen. She had a saare on, while I was in my jeans and jacket. Se started kissing. She had grown even more now, her breasts felt so big, and I couldn’t have enough of her ass.We moved in front of the mirror and stood there kissing. She said she we have go down fast so she can’t remove her saree, as it would take too long to wear it. He took my hand and bent me over the couch. I was on my knees with my ass in the air, Joe burried his face in my ass. He squeezed each cheek as tongue played with my hole. In between my moans, I was able to reach back and hold his face in my ass. God that tongue felt incredible. "You like how that ass tastes baby?" I askedJoe quickly answered with a firm slap on my ass and then forced me to my knees were all I could see was his beautiful 8" cock, just inches away from my face. I opened my mouth. She put her hand on Olivia's cheek lovingly. "I don't want to fuck you, Olive," she said, leading her around to the bed. She pushed the Queen of Hearts down on the bed. Olivia slid back to the pillow and Betty climbed on top of her. Olivia spread her legs as Betty guided her cock down to her soaked pussy. Betty pushed forward and her thick cock head pushed inside her friend's hot inviting pussy. "I want to make love to you."Olivia squirmed a little as Betty mounted her and laid down. Their.