“Since you didn’t cum we can go again, can’t we?” She raised up and I took one of her breasts in my hand. She began a backwards and forwards m...vement rather than up and down. I used my other hand to rub her clit. “Oh, what are you doing to me?” She moved like this for a couple minutes then asked if I was close. “Not really, the back and forth doesn’t do much for me.” She then started going up and down on me. I let go of her breast and grabbed her hips. I could feel the cum start to boil on my. She was still wearing the same t-shirt, with no apparent shorts on underneath, and that got me thinking again about the brief glance I had seen earlier. I tried not to get too excited, but she was lying next to me on her stomach, facing the TV, and every time she moved, her shirt inched up little by little, until I could see that she was wearing some little girl type white cotton panties that were molded perfectly up into her crotch. She had her feet up in the air, bent at the knees, and was. “Brandi?” “Yeah?” “Can we be friends again?” “No,” I sighed, trying to stay calm. “Why not?” I bolted upright and flicked on the desk light. “Why not? I get the silent treatment for four months and you ask why not?” I screamed at her. “Bran, I’m sorry,” she said after a pause while pulling a pillow to her chest defensively. “You're sorry? Sorry for what? Sorry for groping me in my sleep? Sorry for ignoring me? Sorry for rubbing in my face that boys like you?” “I just want to be your. A police car was parked outside. What were the police doing here? She had thought the ambulance was taking either Sam or Gloria (or both!) to hospital after another fight. But the police presence didn't fit in with this pattern. She jumped out of the car and rushed into the cottage.Two police officers were standing in the lounge and Gloria and Samantha sat looking up at them. Both girls were slightly injured. Gloria had a nasty cut over her left eye and Sam had a cut lip. They smiled at.