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But I did have sum concerns abt what if crissy started getting jealous and would get up set with me having sex with another woman who was also her friend also. But as we where getting the stuff from rhe car crissy came over and said lets get relax before we take a shower and then they where putting sum things away crissy came over and set beside me as we were sitting on the couch Amy came over and sit on my left side then crissy ask Amy if she was ready of course im always ready so i sit back on the couch and crissy look me with a big grin on her face as she asian started rubbing my cock then Amy started helping, Crissy and Amy started unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock together. So I just sit there relaxing and was really enjoying it as us guys enjoy having two females at the sametime. So as they both played i started playing with them also but didnt expect what to happened next Amy leaned over to crissy and started unbuttoning her clothes very slowly as they both was playing with each other then we all went to lay on the floor and as they were playing with each other l started to slowly kissing crissy on her cafes of her legs then Amy join me slowly kissing crissy up and down her legs and crissy started moaning as we pleasing her. Then they both started sucking on my cock and going back and fourth then as the night went on crissy & Amy were enjoying the forplay of each other l started enjoying watching them. A couple of hours had past i had thought and then i noticed that it was getting day light outside i raised up out of bed and made coffee to start the day off. Then we all made breakfast for each other needless to say I all wasys fantasy abt having them both for breakfasts this point because I was so fucking aroused thinking about having them take turns sitting on my face as im teasting there sweet juices flowing into my mouth. ROTHSCHILD | “THERE’S JUST TOO MANY DREAMS IN THIS WASTELAND FOR YOU TO LEAVE US ALL BEHIND—” Abby Hart was stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom just looking at herself as she studied the changes in her body. She had just got out of the shower and her blonde and pastel pink hair was still wet at the ends. She was naked save for her blue laced panties and she swayed lightly to muzak which played from somewhere in the room. The song finished and after a short beat another kicked in. A pair of cerulean blue eyes studied the pallid girl in the reflection. She would best describe herself as lithe, with small but firm breasts and a flat stomach and slender legs that swept up to a tight but small bottom. She had an innocent; naturally beautiful face that at once displayed both nervousness and a licentious mystery that nobody could truly read; and beady eyes that saw everything and gave away little. She had a cute, crooked smile and a quiet, gentle, disarming voice and a strange habit of hiding her hands inside the sleeves of her jumper so that just the tops of her fingers were exposed. She was a transient. That’s what they called kids like Abby—nobody, trouble, a misfit. She had been labelled many things by a society that did not really know japanese how to deal with children in care. And that’s what she was. Social Services had taken her from her mother—a mother who sought refuge in drugs rather than parenting—when she was young and she had bounced around from foster home to care home for the majority of her young life. She rebelled because it was all she knew how to do. She fought back against a system that did not understand or listen to her. She got in trouble, mixed with the wrong crowd and as she had told the police the last time she had been brought back to this place; “this wasn’t the life I chose or wanted.” Years later she would think about that night and about how she did not really know how she ended up where she did, or what had happened with complete clarity. She would remember bits in dreams, and see things that she had no memory of but that she knew was from that night. It all just seemed to be a series of strange happenstances, and for the most part a black emptiness where memories had been, but she would agree that it had shaped her life considerable. “Abby. Abby. Abby.” The sound of knocking came from her outside her door, and interrupted Abby just as her soft but harsh and irregular breathing, coupled with the hum of the muzak, had brought her close to the peak of her pleasure. She pressed her eyes closed and then exhaled into the room—close but not close enough—and she withdrew her hand dissatisfied from inside her underwear and in response to the knocking turned up the volume on her remote so that the music from her stereo drowned it out. She looked up at the cracked plaster that snaked across her roof and she let her breathing come back to her; and then she got back up from her bed and walked back over to the mirror where she stared at herself as she swayed. She toyed with the ends of her hair and watched the reflection looking back at her. She was pretty in a plain sort of way and that was all she had. Her head still hurt and her memories were vague as if they were part of a dream that was fragmented and missing in places. Her black playsuit with the gold mask hanging from it was still hung up on her wardrobe and she the dull throbbing in both of her loins and soreness between her thighs was slowly starting to amateur subside. She looked at herself again and she contorted her face so that it looked like it would deconstruct in an attempt at remembering. “Abby. Abby—” came the knocking again from the door but she ignored it. She sighed hard and probed at her memories. As the blowjob knocking on the door outside intensified she looked at her reflection and cumshot she thought— A few weeks after the party, Bret and I went on a double date and drove to the beach. You make coffee as I frost the cupcakes... and soon we are eating the whipped cream off each other! The mathematics and physics behind these little puffs of dust are extraordinarily complex and very difficult to quantify. ...good mommies obey blowjob their daughters... She took cumshot his arm with one hand, lifted her shirt some, japanese exposing her asian belly button, and pressed his hand against the skin just beneath it. 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