Wendy had no idea what she had done to herself. Apparently, Wendy knew my schedule by heart. Jesus! “M-m-my h-house. This’ll probably be your first time with something besides your hand, but, again, I can’t be picky right now. Get over here and fuck my cunt!” she yelled. I added a dye to each one, so that I knew them by sight. Tell me to keep spanking your ass, you filthy pervert! “With all my heart,” at which point, I started passionately kissing her. I should have called for help immediately, but I was horny and very confused. At once, I tried to remove my mouth, and she instantly clamped it down with her hand. You wanna smack her huge, jiggling, ass right now, don’t you? But, of course, she didn’t die, after all. In fact, when she and her armload of books crashed into me, not one person made a single move to help her.
