„Oh my ...“ ich winkte ab. „Also gut, macht ja nichts. Hier, trink. Ich komme gleich wieder.“Ich ging zu Eric, der gerade an der Anlage rumfum...elte, und griff ihm von hinten in den Schritt. „Na Schatzi, bist Du abschussbereit?“ Er drehte sich zu mir, grinste. „Hast Du Dich endlich für mich entschieden?“ sagte er, und zog mich an sich ran. Ich spürte seinen dicken Pimmel in der Jeans. „Nein, aber Du musst mir helfen. Und keine Sorge, es ist etwas sehr, sehr Angenehmes.“Chrissie stand am gleichen. ..you throw your phone on the bed and I know im in trouble... I suck even harder and rub your cock as you erupt in my mouth...your hot cum oozing down my throat! I dont have a chance to relax before you lift me up to sit me on the table next to us... you kiss me and feel my stockings under my dress as I sit with legs either side of you... you push me back and you have your perfect view of my stockings and v small knickers... my pussy is bald and smells delicious... you quickly pull my knickers. "Oh, god, I am so sorry!"In case I forgot to mention this earlier, when you have a headache, thereare only two things worse than noise. The first is bright light, thesecond, the constant bane of anyone trying to convince theirfriend/parent/girlfriend/relative/annoying girl from upstairs that theyhave a headache: Talking. Just trying to concentrate on what the otherperson is saying, combined with the noise . . . You get the idea."Did I wake you? You feeling alright? You look like you're-" I. Her mother stayed in the front seat. She wore dark sunglasses."Happy Early Birthday, punkin!" her father shouted. Heads turned around the quad. Somebody clapped.Ali was honestly shocked. She worked her mouth, but no words came out. Her eyes opened wide, moving from her father's hand to the car over and over. "Daddy..." she breathed. "I... I love it. It's perfect... I..." her eyes began to fill with tears. She flew into her father's arms. He laughed a big belly laugh and pushed her back to arm's.