Wear your spikiest black heels and come get me when you’re properly dressed.’ ‘I will,’ I said. ‘Good,’ she said. ‘Where are your toys?�...� ‘Under the bed and in my nightstand,’ I said. ‘Get them out and have them ready for me,’ she said as she walked out of the door and closed it behind her. I couldn’t wait to get dressed. I knew she was my best friend. The one I trusted all of my secrets with. For some reason, whether it was the way this all played out or if it was because I trusted her. It was called ‘The Lounge’, and my mom went there once in a while. My dad was out on a run, but I had a key to the house. I was twelve after all. When I walked past the ‘Lounge’ I saw my mom’s car. She said she’d had to work, yeah, right. I went on home.Mom got home shortly after 11:00 and asked why I wasn’t in bed. Like the child that I was I told her the truth. I told her I saw her car at the tavern. I asked her why she lied to me about work, and why she didn’t want to come to the dinner with. When Sam pulled free Marge lifted her head and looked at Hailey, "that was bloody marvellous old girl, been a while since I have had a dog go through me, forgotten how much fun it was. Might have to get a couple of boys again now I have the taste back." Hailey giggled as Marge went on, "thinking of taste have to say you taste dam good, want to return the favour?"Marge lay on her back and opened her legs allowing Hailey to stare at the gooey mess oozing from her pink and puffy pussy lips. It had. I was smiling like an idiot when she appeared as a golden shadow first. Her hair swishing and her taxicab yellow backpack swinging from her left hand.“H-hu-Hi Kia,” I wanted to kick my voicebox in.“Um, hey Dean,” She looked at me cross-eyed, “Where’s your sister?”“Not coming today,” I grumbled.“OK,” She dropped the backpack at her feet. She was wearing a tight leather jacket and baggy cargo shorts. She had on the biggest boots. The six rings in her ears and the stud in her nostril were just as.
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