I slide off my borrowed face mask and unzip my protective jacket, laughing as we walk to the main building. My hair is in a long braid hanging over my...shoulder, unfortunately tainted with blue paint. My jacket and skin tight jeans are splattered with a mixture of green, blue, yellow and orange. The boys all have my signature pink in a few spots each. Michael claims he did the best, though he was obviously the second body to be hit the most. I snicker and wipe off some pink paint from Ethan’s. If he had just waited until they got married, none of this would have happened.But a part of her also kept thinking that she hadn't found it as traumatic as she would have expected. The first few minutes were very traumatic and scary. Being made to strip naked in the presence of another person, that too an ugly man over twice her age, had not been nice. The prospect of losing her virginity to him had been terrifying. But once he agreed not to do that, whatever followed next had a degree of. She told me in a sexy whisper how much she wanted to fuck me and for me to release all of my warm white sperm insider her. We both gasped with pleasure as she sank deeply onto my throbbing member. Her pussy was warm, tight and just felt utterly adorable. She built up a good pace and continued to ride me, faster and harder, knowing exactly what she wanted. She was fast building up to orgasm and she lent in tightly to me, with her hands on the side of my chest and her tits swaying in my face.. I gritted my teeth and forced a smile as I walked into the lounge. There she was, spread out on my sofa, eating my food. “What are you doing here already?” I said, trying to be nice. “Didn’t feel like work today, so I phoned in ill,” she said casually. Didn’t feel like work… that sounds just like Carrie. Don’t get me wrong, she’s really nice, I used to look forward to her visits… but God she’s lazy! She lost her flat from laziness – not bothering to pay the rent – that’s why she was living.