I had used the needle through the roughening at the bottom and the miniature hole had then been sealed with glue. With the stuff I gave him it should ...ook like he’d got sick from food poisoning or from bad water. Who was I trying to convince here? Most probably nobody would care, since he was known to be an arrogant and self-centered bastard even among his own. But a feared bastard. After what I had understood from his call, I had no problems with his death being painful.Most probably all those. " I hope so."She didn't respond, but she smiled up at the ceiling. I stroked her hair."So you feeling better?" About the wardrobe? Not really. Maybe I'll get over it after a while, but I've definitely had a big insight into myself. The whole slut thing — I think it was all about my deep down insecurities, you know? It made me feel safe and comfortable, being desired so strongly by guys. Now, I don't know. Now I just feel like it's a substitute for actually having a personality." Come on, Char.. I then felt her slutty cunt now was dripping wet.I hissed in her ear as I moved down and finally pushed my cockhead between her cunt lips. The wetness was incredible and I heard the girl gasping in surprise as she felt the penetration.It was just the tip; but it was enough to make the bitch scream loud. Seconds later, the pain cries turned into pleasure ones.I slowly pushed a bit more, until my entire cock was fully inserted into her wet warm vagina. The girl began to rock back and forth onto. We liked the idea of him sucking our vaginas, and were also curious of seeing his big black dick, but not alone in any motel. When we saw him the next evening, we told him of a woods behind the housing development, and that Emma was not sure, but I wanted to try it. He said that he would bring the blankets and see us at 7 pm. We had plenty of second thoughts the next day, but we met him in the woods that evening, where we removed our green tops and sweat pants, and he said that he liked our.