*****Becky***** I wasn’t exactly known for my conservative dress. I still bore the emotional scars of middle school, from before I had developed breasts. Back then, I hadn’t had nice masturbation tits and a few extra pounds. To my classmates, I was just fat. It hadn’t helped that my best friend, breasts or no breasts, was easily the most attractive girl in school. Next to her, everyone looked ugly. Even as I developed, standing next asian to Rachel made everyone forget my new-found body. Transfixed by her, I was still Becky the Buffalo. She had never had to rely on her body like I did. She certainly could have, if she wanted to, it’s just that she had a face and some kind of internal radiance that made revealing clothing unnecessary. She could’ve picked up the Pope in a bar wearing a parka. I, on the other hand, had found that to stop the negative comments about my body required showing a lot more of it. At least certain parts of it. So it was that my wardrobe was made up of perilously low-cut blouses, tank tops, and button-ups that never found the top three buttons done up. Still, I had popped open another button as I drove slowly up the drive. I hoped his parents weren’t home. My shirt was open enough to see the bottom of both cups of my full bra, and I wasn’t dildo exactly looking forward to the judging stares of his mother or father. I pulled up to the house and shut my car off, remaining inside. Checking myself in the mirror, I felt a momentary pang of guilt and self-loathing. In my darkest moments, I knew I was simply using my body (and letting quite a few others use my body) to get myself the kind of attention I had desired ever since first hearing the phrase “Becky the Buffalo.” I wanted affection, I wanted love, and I knew that what I was getting was far from it, but it was the closest I knew how to get right now. Still, this, today, felt dirty. Several deep breaths and I was finally ready. I got out of the car and walked to the front door on still-shaky legs. Standing on the front porch, I oral wanted to turn and run. Maybe he hadn’t heard japanese my car pull in. Maybe I could drive off before he could get to the door, even if he had heard. Then I remembered why I was doing this. us out of the sleeping bag and straddled his cock i still felt little drops of warm pee erupt in my pussy i began to slide “Lick my pussy,” she ordered. Rebecca helped her to her feet, kissed her and licked her neck. Orgasm #2 of the evening wasn’t far away. “Mmm, he's a stud.” Sammi was a bit taken aback, other then maybe her mom, she had not ever really been told she looked beautiful, in fact she hadn't felt anything other then, fat, dirty, filthy or disgusting in quite a while. “She's exciting. “Get him naked girl . . . "We need to leave right now," dildo she gasped. I looked up into his eyes and I saw compassion. My heart is beating so fast I feel I am going to faint. He gave her ass a big smack and squeezed. She sat up and looked around, he had oral removed all the weapons from his room knowing she would be here. The girls came in after me and both moved over to where I was, neither bringing my clothes with her. "By the way, girls, I am Elise, and this japanese here is Betty. I ground my pussy against his hungry mouth. "Oh my," she gasped, putting a hand to her cheek, "It feels so big! Unfortunately I was chosen by a woman wearing trousers and they took ages to get off. Now that we've gotten the statistics out of the way, let me paint her picture in your mind. Beneath that, the bottom of a pair asian of labia just barely in view, rubbing against the blanket, lips plump and smooth. my gifts to you. I held masturbation her hand and led her around.