I had expected the door to be locked but it opened. As steam bellowed from the cracked door, I knew that it was Carol in the shower. She once told me ...hat she like taking really hot showers during the cold weather although the house was comfortably warm. The question now was, was she in there showering alone, or was her significant other in there with her?I stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind me. Only the blurred outline of Carol's curvaceous body showed through the milky glass of. I don’t want to.I want to be his bitch.My orgasm goes on. It never truly fades. Even as I come down from it, I feel another starting to build slowly. His meaty fat knot presses fully against my welcoming lips, locking his now enormous dick inside of me. The heat of his throbbing member, of the continuous eruptions of his cum, of his heavy build holding me down and claiming me.I am given no respite, and I don’t want any.The fingers of my right hand, still near my clit, stretch to feel his red. I COULD TASTE THE SALTYNESS OF MY CUM AS WE KISSED. SUSAN TOOK MY HAND AND SLID IT INTO HER PANTIES. I COULD FEEL THE WETNESS OF HER SPARSE PUBIC HAIR. ‘ PUT A FINGER IN ME’ SHE SAID SO I SLID IT OVER HER SLIT PARTING HER TIGHT HOLE. SHE TOLD TO SLIP IT IN AND OUT. SHE STARTED TO MOAN SOFTLY AND THEN TOLD ME TO SLIP TWO IN AND STROKE IT HARD AND FAST. DOING AS SHE ASKED I COULD FEEL HER MUSCLES RELAX AROUND MY FINGERS AND SLIPPED A THIRD ON IN WITHIN SECONDS HER BODY STARTED TO SHUDDER AND. I had this special soap, but it didn't seem to be working and now I felt seriously self-conscious about my zits. I hated that! Everybody gets a zit once in awhile. Some people get two or three, so what? I frowned at my limp, dirty blonde hair and brushed it. It looked like limp, dirty blonde hair that had just been brushed. And I was going to ask Robert to go to a party? Nobody was that desperate for an A in science. I told myself to forget about him and look for a boy more my speed, meaning.