Back when school was close tits to home, I still had a bus. When I got to high school, home was too far away to even consider walking, and quite frankly, I had no friends. So even though I could walk to Carson’s house unannounced after the exam, it still felt weird. Although, ‘weird’ was the best the situation could get, so swallowing my pride, I trudged through the snow for three blocks to Carson’s place. It felt awkward coming unannounced, but I knew that leaving this whole thing behind me was definitely going to be worth it. Shivering in the cold late winter air, I rang the shaved doorbell, then waited. No answer. I rang again and pussy waited, my body shifting erratically to cope with the harsh conditions. The door opened slightly to reveal a conservatively dressed, brown-haired, stern-faced eleventh grade girl. “Hello, Jenna!” I politely yet nervously began. “Is Carson home?” “No, he’s not.” She flatly said. “I think he’s still writing his exam. What do you need?” “I wanted to see him about something. It’s very important.” I big replied. “Very important?” Jenna asked me, still keeping the doorway partially shut. “Yes. Very important.” I replied with a little more force. I was a little upset about how she was just keeping me outside in the cold, interrogating me, not even being polite enough to open the door more than a crack. Jenna just stared at me for a bit before sighing. “Tell you what,” She said, as if she was doing me a huge favor. “I guess you can wait in the living room until he comes home.” She opened the door fully and let me in. ‘Was that so hard?’ I thought in my head, although all that left my mouth was “Thanks,” as I entered the house and took off my boots and coat. I walked into bizarre the living room, sat down on the couch and immediately covered myself up with a blanket. Jenna followed me inside, sitting herself down on a couch chair with a hot beverage in her hand. “So what’s this very important thing?” Jenna asked me, sipping her beverage. “A long story.” I replied, looking down. “That’s what it is.” Jenna lowered one eyebrow at me. “It’s not like there’s anyone around. You’re in my house. I think I have a right to know.” “I just don’t Brunette want to tell anyone. I’m telling Carson because he’s involved, and that’s it.” I said firmly. “I’m Carson’s family.” She argued. “What happened? Did he screw you over?” “No, nothing like that.” I quickly replied, defending him. Only a few minor concerns of safety were raised before the comments all turned to big praise and thanks. “Babe, no one is going to judge you pussy and if they do they’ll have me to deal with,” she says as she grabs my old clothes, unlocks the door, and grabs my hand, pulling me behind her. “That’s what you want?” She nodded, my cock still in her mouth. Donna was her playmate, her spinner said pussy, Jessica's read mouth. Reggie had an almost unreadable, albeit focused, expression – and though still clothed, he had Brunette a hand on his crotch. Before, her face had been crisscrossed with white lines from the glass of her car's windshield. “Yes, dad,” Abhi said on the phone. I next opened the rear cab door for her daughters to climb into. He wanted to spend the rest of his life cuddling her. “Complete fuckin’ idiot.” I grumbled. I stared at the door and growled in annoyance. He’s never been unprofessional. "Did you have to clip her bizarre tits like that? Unbeknown tits to shaved either of them, Megan had been heading for the bathroom and lost her bearings. She didn't want to be shocked. My sister looked down at me, her breasts swaying.