Where do you live?” I asked.“No silly. Your place” she said. Then it dawned on me. Yes, I’m a little dense at times. We got back to my house ...n ten minutes. We didn’t leave the car for another 30 minutes. We were half undressed by the time we hit the front door. As soon as the door closed, I had her pinned against the wall, her skirt pulled up and panties pushed to the side. Brandy moaned as I thrust my cock into her dripping wet pussy as I held her up against the wall. Her legs were wrapped. I almost got out one time but I went towards Little Greenvale and the cops brought me back.That makes me both happy and sad. Happy because it meant I got to speak to you, sad because it means you are stuck in the same hell I am.Maybe we could escape together?It's a nice dream but I doubt we will ever make it out.I managed it once when they were hosing me down.I'm too weak to escape them now. If you get the chance go for it. Don't waste it trying to save me.What sort of person would I be if I. Not my Mom and Dad. Their favorite color is red and between them they wear a lot of red. Except for one outfit, I don’t think I have anything red. Now that I think of it, even my Dad’s car is red. I wonder what Dr. Freud would say about my parents obsession with the color red. Actually, I never thought of this, but maybe they are color blind. I’ve been dreading this day, while expecting a call that something terrible or fatal happened to either my Mom or my Dad. Truly, I’m blessed that they are. Started fingering her slowly… After sometime increased my strokes… She’s out of control now… she closed her eyes… Somehow I felt like my fingers are being sucked inside by her pussy.. It was totally warm from within… I realized she’s due to explode… And yes… She screamed aaaahhh and my hands were fully covered with her juices…She fell down on d bed in ecstasy… I started licking her juices from her pussy’… Btw… I like licking pussy, biting the clit and all… I’m good at it you can say… She’s all.