“Ugh, this is so… it’s so fucking stupid!” Emily spat in frustration, pushing her toothbrush and toothpaste into a travel pouch for toiletries. What do I even care for, rushing off to the damn convention? What’s even gonna happen? Even if we DO get to him before Chloe does… what then? S’not gonna fucking change anything. Yeah, maybe we cheer him up a bit, but—so what? Chloe’s just going to come along and get her way in the end. Always does. She was tired of endlessly revising her plans around what Chloe was doing. Emily had always wanted to be the outgoing one among her peers. An attractive, stylish punk girl, someone like Samantha—someone who didn’t masturbation shy away from speaking openly about her sex pussy life. She didn’t want characterized as a slut, per se—she wanted to be completely out of reach for everyone but her lover. When she did finally settle down with that perfect guy, she’d want everyone in their group of friends to know what they were getting up to. To the point where it would go without saying that when Emily pulled her man away for the night, everyone they left behind knew why—it was because she was gonna fuck his brains out. There was just one problem—Emily had never let any of the guys she’d dated get very far, each of them being tagged out right around second base. As the cute little geek girl, she’d had no problem finding willing boyfriends—but they all lacked the absolute trustworthiness she’d subconsciously developed for only a certain someone. Each and every one of them had a varying level of… not-Brian -ness about them that eventually stalled their relationships. After all, Emily’s cute, punkish appeal, her sly sense of humor, and her spunky confidence… was all a facade, and the idea of being intimate with someone, let alone letting anyone see her completely naked, with still too terrifying. And so, to her frustration, there wasn’t much in the way of a sex life for her to be open about. In the week since Chloe and Brian had broken up, that frustration, that certain sense of simmering dissatisfaction had only continued to build, her thoughts thrown into constant disarray. For the most part, it was a rather specific sort of dissatisfaction, too—she’d been feeling so damned horny. In the past—back before she’d humiliated herself—she’d fostered dozens of lurid masturbation fantasies that revolved around Brian. Ever since Chloe and Brian’s break-up, those long-suppressed old fantasies were all pouring out of the woodworks. Gushing out, like her brain shower was a sopping wet sponge that’d been given a staunch squeeze. Aside from moments of clarity where her tempestuous rage brought things to a complete boil, she was amateur feeling positively swamped with sex thoughts, swirling and sloshing about the inside of her head in a frantic flood of blue. It had been a long, distracting week. How differently that night back then could’ve gone. What if… all those Fingering years ago, instead of pushing me away… he’d pushed me down onto that couch? She bit her lip, remembering the surprise she’d felt as he’d gripped her shoulders. Brian was always so gentle—no, so careful normally, that it’d been the first time Emily realized that he was actually hella strong. What would I have even been able to do? Well, s’not sex like I woulda really been resisting… Lacking a lover never kept Emily from exploring her own sexuality. Rather, she found herself delving into dozens of strange fetishes because of the conflicting difference between the pretense she affected and her actual crippling lack of confidence had deviated her path and. In one fantasy, Brian’d been adopted into the Rivera family—they became siblings, where over time raw attraction and sexual tension led to physical. A break-in? That would’ve been messy. He grabbed her mound and squeezed her pussy greedily. I smiled slightly at this, liking the feeling. After dinner, I found myself out on the patio. “You go from telling me I’m nothing but your cocksleeve to telling me you love me, to nearly killing me with your choking then pussy crying after. Of course it could always get worse. I stroked my shaved lips as I watched my brother fuck the MILF right before her husband. “Noon? Council is starting.” I felt my dick swell up and making ready to spray into her throat. “So the person who said they’d do whatever they had to for a job, is having second thoughts, even amateur with the chance of a job and a place to stay.” I could tell he was lusting after Abbie's dead body. Mariana replied in real serious tone, “It’s important to have that understanding and doesn’t affect the love you have for each other,” she sex continued, “But believe shower me Nicole it’s not so unique, behind every closed door and in many families there masturbation a lot of things going on.” That putdown, no matter how accurate it might have been, sealed the cunts fate. She had a pretty face beneath the extra fat, curly dark hair cut shot and big brown eyes that use to twinkle, Fingering though of late had taken on a duller lustre as things had got tighter and tighter. It was unnerving. We both lost all control as Megan’s hands desperately clawed all over me, hungry for something to grab on to. In that case she has a chance of being the survivor – for each year the last of the ten Rape Runners to evade capture released. I did. He moved behind me. His cock grazed my rump.