All whores. Like that slut who stole my husband. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ingrid MoralesI wasn't in any trouble, so I hummed as I headed for the d...or. Mom was going to spank one of those two. She looked pissed. My pigtails danced about me as I reached the door and opened it. The amazing scent of lavender proceeded with the girl who stood on my door.“You're... Jolene, right?” I asked the White girl standing on my porch. She had brown hair and hazel eyes, glasses perched on her nose. She was. He pushed against me and I arched my back and pushed back against him. We rubbed our bodiestogether in a sweaty tangle, grinding our dicks together. Our pre-cum oozed between us and mingled together, lubricating our cocks as they slid against each other. Our hairy balls slapped together too,held tightly in place by the stretched elastic of our waistbands. We were like a****ls now, humping together wildly, sweating and groaning and grunting, tongues pushed deeply down each others throat, arms. But, in my 20's, I was uncomfortable with the rejection. I mean, at least they could've said hi. The older one, maybe 30, seemed to look daggers into me. The younger one acted like she wanted to say hi, but was holding back because of her companion.The night's entertainment ended and we all wandered at our own pace back to our respective campsites. The mountain air, the excitement to be among these giant redwood trees, I wasn't a bit sleepy. As most settled in for the night, I decided to go for. ”“And my security isn’t gonna get any smaller as I get more and more visible, is it?”“No.”“So how likely is it that I could do a gap year travelling after I turn eighteen and have the company to run?”“Okay, not very.”“So if I want to see the world without it being from the inside of a bullet-proof car, when would be the best time to do that?”“About five years ago, before anyone knew that you were loaded!”I always got a little tetchy whenever Dan used this technique of tactical questioning.