A story about the aftermath of three teenage's escapades, plate on a C. P. Snow day from school.

poster : No one was harmed, fucked, sucked, cream-pied or molested during the writing of this report ! If you do n't care stories about sex then DO N'T learn it.

Note : this fabrication no one was hurt, fucked, sucked or molested during the writing of this story.
Her toes, how sweet looking they are, with the red polished nails offsetting their trifling stoutness. As she teeters back and Forth River, raising one foot then the other exposing the hound of her feet, still tender without any mark of the grainy calluses a missy senior than her may have.

flowing smoothly into ankles her calves are quite balanced. The muscles are there but undetectable in there undifferentiated elegance. Her knees, only a girl of her age can have such a refined facial expression to them. But her second joint, they impress, compelling but nice. She is one of few that need not jade nylons to hide any imperfections. Simply gorgeous is the way to describe her beauty from the shank down.

Those exquisite thighs can only be complimented by the attack earth protruding outward. I can be assured that the accumulation of muscle and figure will be the ruin of many boys to come after me as their desire and pauperism to kiss the cheeks of her ass.

She stands there, shifting her weight unit between each understructure ; legs spread, undecided in her thoughts. The lengthy blonde hair gracefully cross across her articulatio humeri still matted from not being combed this dawning only adds to her enchantment. The delicate breast, still sprouting are moderately cone-shaped in human body with pinkish-red puffy areolas exaggerated from being manipulated earlier project out from her chest of drawers like two enticing ball.

Her face, rounded with a marginally roly-poly nose, enticing to a young person her own age. That's what allured the two of us here earlier this morning. The lips, cherry pink from being sucked on. It's astonishing what a pair of delicate lips can do on a impenetrable piece of boy flesh. Below the entrance to her mouth is a mentum, a chin that one could remain a set of testicles on after some further practice. The dimpled chad on her cheeks, almost indistinguishable now, only a few minutes ago I witnessed those dimples as they were pronounced profoundly descending on each cheek into her mouth as she applied sucking to our boy essence.

While her stance is wavering the sun is commencing to shine through the window, the pure white snow has ended its earlier fury, indecisive on what or where she goes, not a lot of options for her to single out. She could start to the bathroom, grab the pale scandalmongering panties crumpled on the nightstand, or punter yet she could lay her body back down on the full sized bed between the two of us.

I can feel a prickling desire commencing in my lower abdomen although percentage of my body are exhausted my mind says something else. At my young age the enticement is too enormous, but the craving for extended sexual arousal will determine the effect of the symmetry of this morning.

What's causing this, well her consistence surely has something to do with it, but it's those thighs, those alluring second joint are tempting me beyond belief. A mere hour ago they were confined around my head, and then my Friend had his encircled between them as her trunk contorted while releasing whispery grumbling. It isn't exactly the shape or the flavor of them, more likely the fact that she has them spread allowing a first-class view of that six inch roach of gluey cum running down the inside of her odd leg as globules continue to cling on the blonde hairs surrounding her inflamed pussy backtalk as a plenteous sum of money is still concealed.

This seems almost surreal, here in this day and metre that this Whitney Moore Young Jr. little girl who has been the partiality of numerous young men has submitted to the desire of two of her neighborhood Quaker. If you had asked either of us this morning while the blizzard was ebbing what the outcome of this Friday would be I am for sure that the answer would not be the termination that have transpired.

Both of us being inexperienced, still watching her indecisiveness, has her idea wondering also, neither of us would attempt to postulate anything she didn't want. She knows there's a vast sum of money of sperm still trapped inside her waiting to exit from her fragile and bloated puss lips, but would an extra deposit be the Wise tactic ? Would there be prison term ?

My dick is gaining inflexibility ; glancing beside me I see my partner has theme also, lying back on the pillow his pubic fuzz moist with remnants of his ejaculation, his eyes shut blotto dreaming about the probability to double the preceding opportunity as he caresses his diffuse dick.

We will let her decision be the final word.

Waiting is a cunt.

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