She didn't say anything. And Josh held his breath.He looked at her. She was a small girl, with dainty little hands and feet. She was built fairly smal..., too, but definitely had all the curves in all the right places. She was blonde, with green eyes, and a small splatter of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She had her long hair in a ponytail. Her hands had been on top of his, around her waist, but she dropped them to her side. And she sighed."Josh, I don't think that's a good idea."Josh. Ja, auch mir gefaellt dieser Mann ganz gut.Letztes Jahr sah ich einen James Bond Film bei dem er den Boesewichtspielte. Da war er recht ueberzeugend. So richtig gefallen aber tun mir dieJames Bond Filme alle nicht. Papa meint, das laege vielleicht daran, dassich mich mit keinem der Maenner in diesen teilweise gewaltsamen Filmenidentifizieren koenne. Kann schon sein, dass er da Recht hat.Papa hat aber diese Vornamen nicht nur wegen seinemLieblingsschauspieler ausgewaehlt. Ihm war es wichtig, so. I can feel a surge through my body. Get in here quick, I need you inside me” I looked up to see Charlie at the end of the bed dropping his pants and freeing his hard cock. He came toward me and as I felt the surges from the rabbit ears driving my clit to climax. I took his hot cock in my mouth. I tasted his pre-cum as his cock throbbed, and felt my juices running down my legs as I squirted out another orgasm. “Get inside me and fuck me hard make me wetter with your cum.” I could feel his. My thoughts were so fucking scattered as I opened my phone again, texting Dylan that I was with Chris and to let me know when he was on the way. I hate that I needed him so much right then, but he was all I could think about.Chris snapped me out of my trance.“So...what’s going on, man?” He asked, trying to probe supportively.“Chris, thank you for picking me up. I’m sorry. I just got home and my mom and I had a fight,” I started.“About what?” He asked, “Wait...just got home? I thought you went.