I’d watched Naomi blend it herself. Jim was morose. Naomi was shy. Their mum, Jean, did her best to keep conversation going and asked all about our art assignment and whether we were enjoying our first classes at threesome college. Naomi and party Jean were drinking a red wine and Jean poured me some too but skipped Jim. I wasn’t sure if this was because Jim didn’t like wine, or because she thought me older, or because she thought me more mature. A suddenly dawning realisation spread across her face and I expected her to pluck it away but she just asked “You’re not driving are you, Butch?”. I smiled; I wouldn’t be allowed to drive until next year. I explained that I didn’t live far and was walking, and then I grabbed the glass possessively least Jean try and take it away. Feeling excited, I raised the glass in a toast to the chef. Naomi beamed and Jean giggled and Jim frowned into the distance. “Ms Ruth gangbang is a bitch” Naomi whispered softly as I finished describing an funny - at least a little funny - anecdote from my new maths class. Jean looked shocked by her language and Naomi reddened. “Sorry, but she is” she added meekly, her face beetroot. “Do you go to college too?” I asked surprised. I had assumed that Naomi was younger than us, if not by much. “Second year” she replied. So she was a year older than me? Okay. I felt a pang of worry; its far harder to impress an older girl. “So, do I get to see your picture?” Naomi asked excitedly. The wine seemed to be breaking down her reserve slightly. “Oh dear its lovely” Jean gushed. Perhaps the wine was getting to her too. The wine was definitely getting to me. I reached over and pulled my pad doggystyle out of my bag. Naomi held Hardcore the pad still for a moment, shocked. As she had suspected, I had sketched her as she prepared the food. The strokes played with her profile as she bent slightly over the bench chopping onion. The sketch captured so much in so few faint lines, enhanced by what was left out rather than what was put in. The hands were drawn in exquisite detail as the knife blurred. Naomi composed herself silently, saying nothing. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once cheerful young girl that only saw the doggystyle brighter things, now unable to see nothing but nightmarish threesome fates. It was more Hardcore than a kiss. “Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. Bren told us, "We have really great rates party this time of year. He pulled out of her pussy in the middle of her orgasm and shoved his cock in past her little sphincter. "You tell me. It is you they want not me. What would you do if they stood at the end of the bed right now?" A few minutes later, the lights flashed. "Yes Susan I understand." She was staring at me and had one hand up the front of her tiny skirt. We even made out like crazy with his dick between our mouths and when I had him in my mouth, he warned me that he was going to cum. “No, but the back of my hand is absolutely fascinating. C’mon asshole, just order, I think. Our own private little porno!” she says excitedly. I almost tried to gangbang hold it back. To my skirt. "Oh, I need to think it over then," John said. You never took your eyes off of me in your father’s shop.