“I think it is the wrong date,” She said. “But, she said the 23rd ,” I answered. “I have it on my agenda.” “Yes, the 23rd ,” She repea...ed, “And today is the 16th . You are only coming next week.” I took out my phone and opened the calendar application. She was right. I had somehow managed to mix up the weekends and had just spent an hour on the road for nothing. I blushed at the stupidity of my mistake. Thinking it through further, I realized that I had created a recurring appointment for the. "He's going to build us a cabana back here so we'll have some shade when we need it." Will it be done in time for my party?" Bree stuck her hand out palm down, not looking at me, as if she expected me to kiss it, so I squeezed a little harder than necessary when I shook it perfunctorily. That drew a satisfying wince and an appraising glance filled with speculation."Of course, dear," Candy told her. "We want your eighteenth birthday to be special." I still don't know why we can't have it on my. She rubbed it and pressed it against my lips. My eyes opened up quickly and before I could say anything she was stuffing my mouth full of 6 inch cock. I guess I had to return the favor. She held my head and slammed my throat. It hurt but she was happy so I got over it. She pulled it out. It was dripping because I had never given a blow job before. She wasn’t mad she just got on her knees and rubbed her wet cock on my ass. I was scared. But I wasn’t going to stop her. She pushed it inside me. I was happy it was in a good holster. I grabbed the base of my growing cock and rubbed its flared purple head up and down the crack of her ass. She stopped breathing for a second, and then pushed back so very delicately against me. We did this slow motion dance for a minute or two, each of us growing more and more hot. Sweat trickled down my face. I don't know if it was from the heat or the desperate courage to not fuck her. Joan spun and dropped to her knees. Her hands taking hold of my cock,.