One last sip for courage, Lisa put down the glass and turns her back to him again. Swiftly, delicate hands lift the tank top from her body and she tos...es it aside. With her back still to him, she turns her head, placing her chin on her bra strapped shoulder to look mistily into his eyes. She gazes at him from over her shoulder, her hips still gyrating to the music. Lowering her head, chin to her chest, she unhooks the front closing bra. Stretching out her arms, she drops the silky garment onto. Flipping it open gave me a little light and I pulled the book closer to my face, sliding down the wall to get comfortable while I tried to make out the words on the cover.It was a journal, more specifically, the diary of one of the girls who had lived in the house. I flipped open the first page and settled down to read.It started out with the usual teenage girl stuff, clothes and dates, who was fooling around on who. Her eighteenth birthday party and the trip to Florida that they were planning. I began to really work her tits with both hands.While continuing to nuzzle her neck and shoulders and caress her tits I pushed my hard cock against her. I reached down and slid my right hand into the front of her panties. “Don’t go straight for my clit, make me wait a bit” Tracey’s voice was firm although she was clearly getting turned on.I reached lower and was easily able to push took fingers into her pussy while continuing to kiss her neck. She was getting wet. I began to work my fingers and. “Oh fuck Oh fuck he’s gonna cut my neck” I thought to myself. He leaned into my ear again and said “I knew you’d try and run slut! That’s why I dropped my hands, to see if you’d do it.” Tears were flooding my face and he started kissing my ear and worked towards my lips. I help them tight together as he tried to ram his tongue into my mouth. “Open your mouth” he said as he put pressure on the knife. I obeyed as if I were a slave or something. It was then that he started mauling my mouth with.