Rika nagasawa my best young female ririka Part 3

“What does ‘W’ mean?” Audrey queried the group, knowing full well that they knew equally as much as she did. The platinum, hairbowed blonde looked around at her cohorts in this session of delving into the supernatural. Claire shrugged at her, then returned an ambivalent stare at the confuddling board. Giselle rolled her eyes, screwed up her face, and broke eye contact. Hunter, who had been silently following instructions the entire evening, met Audrey’s troubled gaze with her own wide-eyed visage that said more than she could. “Let’s just keep going,” Audrey muttered. In that moment, she was rueing the fact that it was her anointed responsibility to bravely slash at the brambles of the occult and charge the entire expedition forward with the other three in tow. The four girls settled in, and the air thickened as they refocused their attention down onto the extramundane instrument being used to communicate from beyond nagasawa the grave. With an eerie intentionality, the innocent three-cent wooden bauble skated across the veneer Ouija board and continued spelling out a message. “It’s telling us ‘A’ now? I guess it’s trying to spell a word, right?” Claire squeaked as the planchet scraped across the surface of the board. The other girls responded with a collection of nods, not daring to speak a sound. Claire pressed her buck teeth into her lower lip and looked back down at the board. “‘Want’? What does it – what do you want?!” Claire began for the group, only to shift her attention outward into the spiritual plane and call out into the cobwebbed void of the attic rafters. Audrey shook her head as if having just remembered that she left the oven on back in Ghost Town, USA. “That’s right, we have to keep asking questions!” Audrey joined in, “how did I forget that?” Giselle reached over and smacked the back of her knuckles against Audrey’s shoulder and mouthed a ‘duh.’ Audrey couldn’t put together if that rika meant she was believing in the power of the spirit realm, or if she was just fucking with her. She rolled her eyes, just to be safe. Giselle responded to that kind of gesture. “S.. E… – okay, who’s moving this thing? It’s not funny. This is serious.” Audrey snapped as the planchet settled it’s splintered tip on the letter ‘X’ and completed the phrase that some ‘ghost’ had pressed through the fabric of reality out into land of the living in order to convey. Audrey furrowed japanese her brow and stared at Giselle, who arched hers in response. “You think it’s me? Look, I don’t even give a fuck. Why would I say some suspect ass shit like that? It just means I’mma have to play this game longer,” Giselle clapped with the practiced sass she had been cultivating throughout her entire senior year. Audrey studied her friend’s face intently, waiting for her to bust up and begin her high-pitched ‘I got you, bitch’ cackle that she had similarly refined down to a savant-level talent. Hunter watched the stand-off through a faceful of bleached-silver hair that hid most of her pale, powdered face adorned with a look of amusement. Meanwhile, Claire was furiously wiggling her hands in the direction of her three cohorts in a desperate attempt to get their attention. “Guys.. “ Claire breathed, her body writhing around side to side as her hips kicked back and forth rhythmically. Her head tilted to the side as if pushed, throwing one of her auburn pigtails into her face and the other one bouncing off the side of her head. Hunter was the first one to notice this development in the evening when she turned her mute gaze toward Claire. Her jaw fell slack at the sight of red kiss imprints materializing out of the ether onto Claire’s exposed neck. “Guys.. He groaned and began panting. The waiter took two menus and led us to a small table off to the side out the way anyway. I wanted to pull them down, but you pushed me back and took my cock in both of your hands and then leaned over and began sucking my cock. Some of the tables were getting more forward and the nagasawa comments were no longer veiled behind clever innuendos. Their dried fluids crusted all over it. We’ve always been good for rika each other. “Don’t get clever with me you little shit…. Fuck me!" The sound of tits bouncing off the glass with each thrust matched the fap fap fap of his balls hitting her clit. Dad thought he was alone in the house and would take his clothes off to masturbate and this allowed me to get a very good view. The dildo smacked into her rump. I had forgotten about Rob. "No, last time Claire did japanese that to me I about ran us off the road." I replied as I took a seat in front of the wall of windows, gazing out upon the city.