Mel, who had been in my year at school, was always quietly sullen and dressed in goth-like black, but now seemed like a different person in her green ...ra and skirt.“I didn’t know,” I said, acknowledging her ownership of her sexuality, as she stopped beside me.“Me too,” she replied, “I always assumed head girls had to be straight.”“Everyone did, which made it hard as I never felt straight.”“Sorry, that thought never occurred to me. I felt lonely and withdrew, if only I had known.”I put my arms. - I'm hungry.Oh hush stomach. I've got a job to do.Hey, eyes. What's going on? You see anything of a nice hard cock around? That's my favorite.- No, no cocks that I can see.Hmm, I'ts getting hard to think here. Why is everything so damn wet?Hey Bartholean?Barthline?Barty?Hell I can never remember your name... You, the one making it so wet around here.- You talking to me? It's Bartholin, but you can just call me Barth. But, let me aloneWhy you got things this wet and sticky?- Don't blame me. I. This was the Sunday that I had promised my new partner I would come to her place for dinner and my only hesitation was that her eighteen year old sister would be there with those bedroom eyes that stirred my middle aged juices. It was only a few days ago that she had sat down across from me on the sofa with her skirt shamelessly hiked up almost to her pubic hair flaunting her darkly shaded bush at me while her sister Gloria rested her tired head on my shoulder with her eyes closed unable to see. “I didn’t give you permission to make a noise,“ I said, and slapped her again. I rammed into her as hard as I could.I continued for a few minutes and pulled my cock from her, turned her around and forced it into her mouth all the way, making her gag. “Suck it clean, you slut,” I ordered. Karen sucked and licked my prick until I told her to stop. “Now, sit on the end of the bed.” Karen sat down. I pushed her back so she was lying and then grabbed her and dragged her further up the bed. From the.