That’s when he smelled the dried blood and cum on my face. He licked my face, moaning a little as he recognized the salty taste of cum and blood. �...Baby girl, what’s that smell and taste on your face?” I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. He sniffed a little harder and licked my lips and cheeks, knowing full well what it was. He reached down, sliding his hand down the front of my shorts, slipping his fingers into my pussy, moving them around and in and out, moaning softly, “Aahh.. On friday night just chilling infront of netflix when suddenly my light went off tv and allthe backyard door slammed open ''who is this?''''its daddy and his friend''''what the fuck?''''get him''and i endup fighting the 4 hands on my couch trying to get my cloth ripped offuntil they succededass slapped doddy , hold by them calling me a white boy slut ''stop stop i dont know you''i bright flashlight on my face , naked as a worm , not seing them blinded by the light''there we brought you proper. She's a more skilled helmsman than I, too, so it makes sense for me to do the heavier deck-work and let her steer. How are you feeling?"Eirene was rising comfortably to the swell in an even motion."A bit ... queasy," Chrissie admitted."Here," Jessica said, "take the wheel." But..."Jessica stepped away and placed Chrissie's hands on the wheel. "Turn the wheel slightly ... now back ... a little more, straighten up. Okay. The course is a little west of south. We're okay for a bit, just need to. "I don't even know whyI said that. He's probably a teetotaler."Both girls lost it. The guys looked at each other, completelybewildered.Both Rick and Alan turned out to be terrible dancers, awkward at slowdancing (both declined to fast dance) and seemingly unsure how to holdtheir partners.Somehow, that put a blight on the conversation as well and it wasn'tlong after that that they returned to their long abandoned thirdfriend.As usually happened, some of the people in the club had kept tabs onDee.