“Can I at least tell my friends we did it?” she asked before I had opened the door. An interesting result of my speeding hand however, was this terrific squelching noise my fingers made inside her drenched cunt. “Right, sorry,” she apologized. She stood up and went over to the door, flicking on the lights. “Okay I can do it in five, just give me five fucking minutes, Jade!” “Like I said, when she gets excited she’s hard to handle,” Amy said, shaking her head. Jade, still rooted in her doorway, took a few moments to wipe the dumb smile off her face before rushing after me. “Harder Tom,” she breathed, pleading, “I need it hard.” I took that to mean both ways. “Watch it bub,” she warned playfully. Mrs. I couldn’t do that. With a defeated sigh, she sat down on the end of her bed and looked up at me, “Yes.” “I can not believe she did this to me,” I said quietly, my rage building.
