I look down at myself, my body covered in bloody cuts and bruises, my clothes torn. Someone will surely want to help.I see Jeff and his parents and my...heart soars. I stagger up to him, and he bumps into me."'scuse me," he mutters, and steps around me."Jeff, Dude, I need your help. Fuzz needs your help."They keep walking and melt into the crowd. Mom appears, standing at an ATM."Mom!" I cry. "Accident, Fuzz is dying."The ATM spits out some cash, which Mom grabs and slips into her purse. Then she. “You know girl,” declared Mandy,” I guess this should piss me off, but it doesn’t.”Brandy looked up at Mandy and then she silently invited Mandy to join in the fun.I do not know who gave the better blow job, as they were both fantastic. As Brandy continued to work on my tool, Mandy planted her pussy right over my head. She lowered herself on to my face and I happily started to pleasure her, using my fingers, and then alternating with my mouth and my tongue. It did not take much to get her to. I'm not going to lie to you, I'm still in college and I'm 19.Next year I'll be graduating at the age of 20 and maybe become a programmer.That's how young most guys like me graduate in college here in Philippines.I'm not bragging or anything since there's really nothing to brag about.I just wanna make sure that things clear up before we go deeper.Back in summer vacation (which is between the last week of march to the last week of may around here), I got myself a summer job at my school. My duty. My wavy red hair is hanging down my back pinned back a bit on one side with a bow, furthering my innocent young girl image I want people to believe. My 36D chest is barley hiding in the tightest sweater I own. I push my hands down to flatten out my black pencil skirt that hugs my hips and thighs tightly. At 5'7 I don't need to wear heels but If I'm doing this, I am going all out, black pumps included. I flex my fingers around the steering wheel deciding if I could go through with this. Then I.