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The ride in Terry’s car was smooth and uneventful. The car was silent, apart from the occasional rasping of Terry’s throat, and the audible unsteady breathing of the girl in the back seat. The two men didn’t exchange asian any more words. Their job for the night was done. “Brilliant,” Phil enthused as the car drew up in front of his home, his eyes stuck looking out the window at the house. “Thanks for bringing us back anyway.” “My pleasure,” Terry smirked, his two chins suddenly becoming more pronounced as they formed his wicked smile. Phil smiled weakly back, then released his belt and opened the door, already studying the house for any signs of life inside. As he walked around to Kiara’s door, he dipped his hand inside his pocket to find anything to use against her tear-streaked face. Suddenly remembering too late, his fingers ploughed straight into the used ball of tissue from earlier. He opened the passenger door and called through to the front past her motionless figure. “You got any tissues? Toilet paper or anything?” sensual He asked, pointing a thumb at her face. Terry looked back, then shrugged, already eager to get home. “Nup. Nothing,” he said and turned straight back again. Tutting, Phil brought out the almost unusable sticky tissue from his pocket, and tried to interracial rearrange it well enough, so as to leave the driest parts on the outside. He then dabbed it ineffectually at her cheeks and around her eyes, the girl originally staying totally motionless as he did so. Globs of the combined juices from the tissue inevitably smeared onto her face, actually making it worse. She wrinkled her nose at smelling the vile paper, and Phil wasn’t sure if she knew what it had been used for before. But Kiara knew all right. She was certainly no stranger to these fluids by now. The musky smell of her sex mixed with semen even reached his own nostrils. When it did, he gave up using it to clean her up, and just tossed it over his shoulder into the road. “I think we’ll go in the back way,” he advised as he manoeuvred her out of the car onto the road. “Thanks again,” he added through to the front, then slammed the car door. The car engine hummed eagerly into life, even before the passengers had passed behind erotic it and stepped up onto the kerb. As Terry drove forward, to give himself room to turn around, Phil stayed close to Kiara’s side, holding her wrist in his hand and guiding her towards the house. “Step up,” he instructed her, unable to tell if her eyes were half open or in fact totally shut. She said nothing in response, just obeyed, her movements lugubrious and stilted. Her whole body still hurt, the stinging between her legs making itself known with massage each new step. Upon approaching the front path, Phil elected to instead go straight past it, and brought them further, along to the alleyway cutting past the side of the house to the back garden. The majority of her tears were now gone from her face, but Phil was still very jumpy. Her morose manor would definitely set Sadie suspicious, and he was in no mood for trying to explain away anything tonight. “…and from now on…” A pathetic crow with a broken wing! I kiss back and start to touch her body. The asian three talked a bit longer erotic about random stuff before the conversation sort sensual of came to an end. His cock was vibrating something interracial inside my vagina and I felt as though I might cum again. Also like me, Jo had hazel eyes. massage “Bullshit! Lissa without believing what she had just heard is happy as ever. But most importantly, Bea finally got the chance to mentally process--and begin to come to grips with--much of the sexual stuff that she didn't really understand, back when she was losing her virginity in that small bathroom on that Sunday afternoon. “Can I get you boys another round?”