Twerking me, just going crazy on me, like I’m a pole. I didn’t mind obviously she had a great ass on her. I could just tell she’s freaky in bed....I took her hair and pulled her towards me and whispered in her hear, “You are fucking hot Hema”.She shot back ” I know, you have been poking me for quite sometime now”. “I mean to poke you someplace else Hema, your shorts are in the way”. With that a started sucking her neck and biting her soft pale neck. I turned her around and started making out with. Art, depicting, not imitating life. I have continued to struggle with my desperate desire to crawl to them on my hands and knees and begging and pleading with them to allow me to share their bed. To include me in their love making, to tell them they can do whatever they want with me. Knowing full well that at some point, that this is exactly what is going to happen. Sooner or later. I knew this, I believed this, but still lacked the audacity and courage to act. Momma is laying beside her. I just stared at him and he nodded his head. I wasn't sure how to put on lipstick, but had seen it done on TV and in movies, so I painted the curve of my lips and smacked them a little. I looked at them for approval. Their devious smiles told me that the soft pink lipstick had been applied correctly."Take off your shorts bitch."When I hesitated Pete smacked my face. Quickly, I slid the tight jean shorts off and stood there in my thong, bra and white running shoes. Garrett punched me in the. I opened the door and said "kyle?" but got no answer i walked up the stairs to his room and opened it kyle was sat on his bed in tears i walked over to him feeling a little sad to see he was upset when i sat next to him and put my hand around him i noticed one of his hand was covered in blood. "kyle! look at me " i said alarmed kyle turned and looked at me with tears still coming down his face. "what have you done to your hand babe (the word babe just kinda slipped out)" he answered in a sad.