I guess when you really are old then maybe it's better to be one of the younger people in a group.But, I was fourteen and in the eighth grade, the old...st grade in middle school. Next year, I would go back to being in the youngest grade in my high school. So, eighth grade was great.My best friend, Steve, he and I were each going with seventh grade girls, I was with Kim, he was with Katie. We called them "the two K-girls."These two were the hottest two girls in their grade, they were cute and. Mike was smiling at me covered in a sheen of sweat, still churning into me, more gently but already beginning to dredge another orgasm from the bottom of my well as my undulating tits kept rhythm and the fingers of both my hands gripped the sheets into fists.It shocked me to see Kristin suddenly appear at the door. She entered and sat on the bed next to me. She was still naked."Wondered what all the screaming was about, well actually didn't wonder, sorta knew." She let out a little giggle.. I visited the home of the Van Steels to take a look at the bedroom. Of course, the room had been thoroughly cleaned the day after the kidnapping, so I didn't expect to find much of anything. Nevertheless, I felt like I needed to cover all of the bases, so I went to look. As expected, I didn't find anything useful, but I talked to the servants who lived in the house.There was one potentially useful clue. One of the maids said that she had dreamed of hearing two men talking in German, her native. Silently, I pull roughly at the neckline of your white top, tearing the thin fabric free of your glistening body. The heat seems to radiate from your skin, the blood pounding in your veins. My strong fingers run up your stomach and chest, cupping your soft breasts and squeezing them tightly, tweaking your slick nipples between thumb and forefinger. Already hard, they ache for the hot embrace of my lips, but my mouth is on yours once more.Reaching behind a nearby pillar, I pull out a thick rope..