She didn't resist him ... she didn't try to fight him off...If anything she actively encouraged his brutality. Her lips met and matched his, aggressio... for aggression; and his arms wrapped themselves around her and pulled her hard against him.He gripped at her buttocks and forced her to rub up against his hard and sensitive groin ... so much so that he almost came in his trousers.His excitement was almost at its peak and he knew that if he didn't enter her soon, then it would be too late.He. "Why?" she asked.Irene shuffled her feet. "Because I remember how it was when I changed and I had no friends. Hector used to come over to my house just to visit and play games with me when all my other 'friends' called me freak, or just wanted me to perform tricks for them. Later, I learned that he was behind trying to defuse the fights between the supers and pures, mostly by redirecting the pures into less aggressive arenas. Many of the less powerful MORF kids have benefited from his. I began deliberately moving my lips and mouth down the length of his cock, and then deliberately back up until each repetition had his swollen head turning the corner and peering down my throat. I knew from experience that he loved this. A quick glance upwards to catch his gaze confirmed this. I was in no mood to break up this hot moment by taking it into the bedroom so I put my hands on his hips and, without removing him from my mouth, gently nudged him backward until he was leaning on the. " Before me stood a short blonde woman. Not tall, maybe five feet-one. She was more voluptuous then Mom's other cadre members. She had been painting a small canvas and paint smeared her smock.I remembered four or five years ago, when Polly used to come to the house with all of my mother's other friends. I think I liked her best of all. Well, I liked Connie too, but Polly would always speak and sometimes sit with me. She acted as if she really liked me and that could impress a fourteen-year-old.