Take me there, I'm yours." We arose together, I picked her up. like a groom dragging the blushing bride across the thresh hold. Chris was 5'2 and ab...ut 118 pounds, I towered over her so the both of us probably looked odd as of the size difference. I gently laid her on the bed and laid beside her. I really did not know what she wanted next. I lay next to her and just massaged her tits and we made out. Her breathing became deep and soon she was pulling off her pants, revealing to me her. She had money; Mr. Jensen had paid her a hundred dollars. For that matter, she'd told Steve. Or maybe she hadn't. Even if he was tiring of her, she loved what he could do to her feelings. They should go to the motel.So it was worth paying so that she could be sure that nobody would find out. His parents had sounded cool, but that might be only their mood right then. Parents' moods could change; look at her parents. Anyway, she remembered what had happened with Mr. Jensen. He'd told her mom. I acted surprised and started to stand to protest with mock indignation. He cracked my ass again - It was seriously stinging! – and told me to be quiet. He slid his finger in and out of my ass. I whimpered and kept sheepishly trying to get him to stop. He grabbed my hair and led me over to the floor right next to the mirrored doors. He had me lay over an ottoman, then he kneeled on a pillow behind me and guided his cock in me slowly. Again, it was electric. I could feel him brace himself on. They eyed each other uncertainly. The gate was probablylocked, and with the truck's oversized tires, it was pretty high up.Rosie got onto the wide rear bumper and pulled himself up. He tried tosmooth down his itty bitty skirt in back and almost lost his hold. Ginnygrabbed him by his narrow hips to make sure he didn't fall. The secondsissy didn't like touching his sister in shame. They both stillconsidered themselves to be straight men, despite the traumatic changesthat had been wrought on.