Jetzt steht unser Plan, wie wir die vier reichen Kids kidnappen. Jeden Donnerstag spielen die vier Unzertrennlichen von 19 bis 20:30 Uhr Tennis. Dass ...hre Väter ihnen keine eigene Tennishalle gebaut haben, wird sich für sie bitter rächen. Regelmäßig fahren die Vier in die knapp 20 km weit entfernte Kreisstadt. Abwechselnd fahren sie mit Sarahs Golf oder mit Célines 1er BMW. Aber da die Rennik- und die Binder-Villa nur 300 Meter auseinanderliegen, spielt das für die Planung keine Rolle.. “Oh, god, he's so huge.”“Yeah, you're just a slut-wife who's such an uncontrollable whore she had to come to my house, get naked, and fuck a strange man.”“That's fucking slutty, bitch!” grunted the deliveryman.“Oh, god,” moaned Tonya, her face going red. “It's just... I had to. I had to come here and fuck him. I needed him to fuck me like a cheating bitch!”“Yes, you did,” I groaned and thrust my fingers into my friend's cunt.She gasped and shuddered. Then she returned the favor. Her digits. He whispered do you remember fucking at the falls in the sunlight. You moaned – yes I remember your black cock in me. The single men from the table each danced with you. They caressed you and felt your mound with their fingers. I went and held you and felt your excitement and arousal. You were again flush, erect nipples and a lustful look in your eyes. The music thumped and the spotlight was on you and your group of admirers. You pulled me to a dark corner and stroked my prick. Then you pulled. ’ Steve grinned and rubbed Gwen’s nose with his. ‘I never noticed any cheerleaders, Gwen. Where are they? All I can see is you. I’ll never do anything to hurt you, Gwen. Trust me on that. See you tomorrow!’ ‘Where’s my sister? What’ve you done with her?’ demanded Kate as she joined Gwen. ‘A couple months ago you were the girl that didn’t date. You weren’t even interested in boys. You wore bulky sweaters and loose jeans and slacks. Now you strip down to your bra and panties in front of a TV.