Margo squinted her big doe eyes and pulled the directions out of her hoodie. ?606? 909? You're so useless Sharon.?Mar would have liked proper printed ...ut direction with a map. Sharon had just lazily wrote a number on to a torn scrap of paper, she didn't even bother to put the street name. Margo kept flipping the paper over, completely unsure of if the numbers were intended to be 6's or 9's.Margo mumbled to herself and crumbled up the paper, tossing it towards the nearest full dumpster. Looks. A kiss.He closed his eyes.A wet tongue.He exhaled with a hiss.The wet tongue right between the lips of his cock.He jerked up a little.Her head lowered.He drew in a deep breath as she fully took his cock into her sweet mouth.He checked the clock above the colorful painting of palm trees, hoping they had plenty of time. He laid a gentle hand on top of her head to feel her hair. She pulled the hard dick out of her mouth to lick. And she licked every inch of it. Shaft up to the tip, back down. Her. Her skinny jeans and belly shirt showed off her magic body. Her breasts poked firmly up out in front of her. She had worn a bra but it hardly hid the stiff nipples inside. She was wet. Two boys to choose from. Sadly, Sam had a very visible girlfriend. She aimed boy number two.“Hey Roger,” She waylaid the hockey player with prolonged syllables.“Hi, Nat,” He grinned, “You look great.”“I do,” She agreed, “Walk me to English?”“That’s third period,” He corrected her.“Oh my you’re right!” She covered. That was when he realized the dog had most likely belonged to the family as well. “When you get hungry enough mutt, you’ll eat what we toss you until you go in the pot yourself that is.”He shuffled off to a tent near the corral and climbed in muttering about lazy fools and worthless idiots. Once the flap was down, Andrew slid up to that tent and drove his sword down through the leather where he felt the man’s chest should have been. He was rewarded with a grunt and a groan, the tent suddenly.