Was I trying to make small talk with Chloe Goodman?“Thought what?” She looked at me expectantly.“I don’t know. That ... I suppose ... You’d ...ive in London or Hollywood or something.”She huffed. “Hollywood is over-rated. Too hot most of the time. But when I have to be there, I stay with a friend. I do have a flat in London, but I only use it if I’m working there and finish too late to get back here. But this is my home. Always will be. I hope. My big-brained fiancé is doing his Ph.D. here and he. “By the end of the second day, I was wondering how it was that such a great country described in those magazines came to the miserable state that it was in. I was sad. I was angry. Hell, I was disgusted. I actually considered running away to see what else I could discover about the past glories of this country, but I knew what would happen to me if I did.“I grabbed a book and stuffed it into my backpack to read at home. I had picked it at random without really looking at the cover.”“What was. Justin asked them, “You don’t mind that I can see your right up your asshole this way?”“I don’t mind if it gets you hard, Sir” Waverly answered sweetly. “Look, finger it, slap my ass, whatever as long as you give me a ride on that pretty little white cock of yours,” she batted her eyelids.The boys giggled likely because it was the first time girls had ever spread their entire pussy and ass and put their bodies on offer for them.Justin watched from his father’s Ez-Chair with Betty and me on. Where her skin touched mine, it felt like an electric field. My penis was made of molten steel at this point, quivering with anticipation. She brought up her mouth and assaulted my lips, drawing herself to her tiptoes and kissing me. She started questioningly and exploratory, then with increasing passion. Still a bit surprised, I wrapped my arms around her lower back and returned the kiss, putting myself into it too. I could feel her body molding itself to me, and then something else entered my.