Against what Snow had planned during our sleep, we still ended up side by side instead of me laying over her. The moment they make contact Josh throws a right backhand punch; the knuckles of his right hand slamming into her fathers jaw filling the room with a sickening cracking sound. Wading into the crowd, Ghost, Kris and I sporting fresh black sharpie X’s on the back of each hand, we make our way towards the front. As we go, we lay a very simple but effective plan. Her fingers massaging and kneading the soft flesh. The younger girl rocks her hips back, pressing more against Snow’s tongue just as Snow brings her index and middle finger up to push them inside of her pussy making Ghost stiffen and moan out more as they start moving inside of her hard and fast.
