Syl let out adeep guttural moan and said,"Turn around bitch.... I think this little boycunt you have hidden back hereneeds to know what her sister's c...ck feels as it heads home and pumps itsslut-juice into you. You are my whore now and you need to learn how whoresdeserve to be treated."Marcia let out a giggle and taunted, "Oh yeah??? And who's gonna make me?"With that, Syl grabbed Marcia's hair and yanked her head back and off hercock. She pushed her flat onto the white carpet, reached under. S. i am little rusty with my English so forgive me :)I was 12 years old , just beginning to explore my sexuality , when we gone on our first vacation to seaside after a war . We went to Greece . We were both excited for being able to spend some time at the seaside because we both didn't from before the war ...As soon as we settled into our room we began to prepare for the beach . I was so excited that i undressed myself in front of here . There was a big smile on here face heh ,and me. I remember Rick telling me it wasn’t my fault. But was it? Why would she do that? Why would that beautiful girl end her life?‘Would you run away with me?’Her words echoed in my mind. What did it mean? I asked if there were problems at home. She denied it, but wanted to live her life her own way.‘Killing yourself is not living your life your own way, Mel.’‘I want to remember you just like this.’Her voice haunted my thoughts. A thousands images of her flashed through my mind, moments on the bus,. She posed sexily in front of us in her sweater and panties. The looked great. I took her hand and pulled her down. Still giggling, she fell back onto the couch. Rick still had his pants on and I was wearing only my boxers. Rick won again. I looked over at Carole. “Well,” I started. “Who’s first?”Carole looked at me with a feigned nervous look. “You,” she said.I stood up and dropped my boxers. My cock came out and swung back and forth. Carole looked lovingly at it. Rick looked amazed. He looked.