The pair’s running shoes made dull sounds as Heather led her prey to the plush couch in the living room. She sat Kelly down and took a place next to her, draping amateur her arm caringly around her. “Are you hurt, dear?” Heather asked, knowing the answer. She wouldn’t have hurt Kelly, not yet at least. “No...” She trailed off, looking around warily. “Ms. Reynolds, would you make sure all the teen doors are locked? Please?” She plead weakly. “Of course, honey.” Heather said, standing, “And you can call me Heather, darling. I’ve known you since you were a little girl.” Kelly only nodded slightly at this, but just saying the sentence made Heather flush slightly. She quickly padded off to creampie lock the remaining doors and prepare herself. Soon all the cum doors were locked, but one final step needed preparing. She opened up a cabinet in her room and withdrew a small syringe. It was a fast acting tranquilizer, essential for getting control of the younger tight woman who, as even Heather would admit, was in much better shape physically than she herself. Slipping the syringe into the pocket, she quickly made her way back to Kelly. The pretty blonde was still shaking, holding her knees to her chest, but had stopped crying. She looked up over her knees as Heather approached. “Have you called the police yet, Ms.- I mean, Heather?” “Oh, not yet, darling.” Heather replied, sitting back down next to the scared girl. James was thoroughly surprised at this new development. “What? Tom pressed in a little more and then I pulled him out again and wet his cock and Heather’s hole. His cock pulsed and throbbed. Started on my legs, she soon got to the upper sections, where she brushed on my penis in her follow through and said ‘opps, sorry’. You said. I teen could tell she was a very gentle person. “Do you honestly not know how cute you are?” Better than Monica's or Genevieve's. I could just cum eat her tight all night while Dean fucked my creampie cunt. The first thing I noticed was that her blouse was torn across one shoulder revealing a thin red bra strap, her long blond hair looked styled by chaos and she was filthy, as if she had been rolling in dirt. George got home amateur and again gave me a long loving hug at the door. "Is that all you got?" she asked moaning when he pulled her hair. Front-row, right in front of the scaffolding.