Actually she does not know how to start with. She was told by her friends that romance means kissing lip to lip, and inserting a male’s cock into a ...emale’s pussy. So she was in tension and awaiting me. I first took her into the bed room. I asked her whether she came willingly and shouldnot feel bad after enjoying sex. She noded her head willingly. So i first took into my hands and hugged her. I very first time kissed her lips. She got some kind of shivering in her body. She requested me not to. I tried to go to her or call out for help, but I was unable move or utter a sound. They finally let go of her and she fell to the ground. Now that she was on the ground both men started kicking her until she laid there looking over at me with unseeing eyes. She had been beaten and battered until she laid there in a twisted heap, not moving at all. I knew they had beaten her to death, and I had watched it happen. That’s when I woke up screaming. It had been a dream, but a very real dream. It was. She didn’t appear to blink or breathe and for a moment Bree wondered if she’d stroked out but then she saw a slow smile blossom. She leaned over, her arms on either side of the blonde, resting on the chair’s back. She started to sway, her bare breasts mere millimeters from the girl’s lips. Bree started to fuck an imaginary lover who was fucking her from behind. This made her nipples brush across the blonde woman’s lips. Her tongue flicked out and licked one in passing. Bree felt that brief. ”“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.“Oh I can help,” Desmond suggested.“Uh, me too, doc” stammered Ty still checking her out.“Well thank you, boys! I’m gonna read for a while.”Around four o’clock Rochelle inquired if her sons’ friends would be staying for dinner. Desmond said his parents were picking him up in thirty minutes. But, Ty indicated gleefully that he could and would dine with the Stewarts.“Okay, I’m making salmon, asparagus, mashed sweet potatoes,” she informed the group.“Delicious,” Ty.