My arms slid down Amelia’s back, coming to rest on her hips. My cock was slick with our combined juices mingling on the length of my shaft, and her hand glided effortlessly up and down. I had to tug a little harder to finally succeed in pulling the nightie all the way over her breasts. But I didn’t care. What was that look that we had shared with each other? It was seven o’clock. I felt the thin fabric of Amelia’s nightgown under my fingers. “I’ve never…felt something this…incredible,” she continued in between gasping breaths. The important thing is that some girl spilled some shit that smelled really bad all over my bag and then just acted like it was no big deal,” Megan continued to lecture me in an elevated voice as we approached my car in the parking lot. Her family moved in across the street from ours when we were about three years old.
