1. The Ghost of Paris Chapter 12: Afternoon At the Park & Epilogue: The Pink-Haired Girl


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    of jean shorts, cut so high the bottom of her asscheeks peaked out. I reached out, and goosed her firm rear. She jumped, looking around, and rubbing herself. “What?” Cheryl-Lynn asked. “Nothin,” Tammy muttered. “Just a bug bit my ass.” “Ahh, do you want me to kiss it better.” Cheryl-Lynn pursed her lips at her friend. “Eww. Stay away. I'm not lettin' you go dyke on me.” Cheryl-Lynn threw her arms in the air. “But your beauty has captivated me. I'm only datin' your brother to get close to you!” “Bitch,” laughed Tammy. “Then why was you squealin' like a pig last night in my brother's bedroom. Sound like you loved it.” “Busted,” she laughed. “Come on, I gotta pee.” “You had me worried. You was sounded like Marybeth.” Cheryl-Lynn shrugged. “She ain't bad.” Tammy gaped at her. “Oh, you slut! You've let Marybeth get her dirty, little mouth on you.” The brunette grinned, twirling a lock of her frost-tipped hair. “That cheerleader can be very persistent.” “That's disgustin'!” “Oh, don't be gettin' your panties in a bunch. It was just some lezzie fun. No harm.” The girls reached the restroom, pushing through the door. I glanced back and could barely see Ruth getting plowed in the bushes. Maybe I should swing by her house tonight, and give that girl another tumble. Crying shame her ma's a fat pig. I followed the girls in. Tammy glanced back, blue eyes squinting as she eyed the door, then entered the stall next to Cheryl-Lynn. Liquid splashed, echoing in the bathroom, and Cheryl-Lynn ...
    moaned in relief. I twisted the deadbolt, locking the door. “Damn, that feels good!” she sighed. A second splash joined hers as I moved to Tammy's stall. It had one of those safety locks that you could open from the outside with a screwdriver, or a very long fingernail. I popped the lock, the door swinging open. “What in tarnation,” muttered Tammy. “The damn doors don't work in this place.” “Yeah,” Cheryl-Lynn muttered. “Oh, wow. You need to get on twitter. They're sayin' the army attacked Tacoma.” “Tacoma?” the brunette asked, reaching to close the stall door. “That in Afghan'stan?” I forced my way in. She gasped, my hands grabbing her blonde curls, then I shoved my pecker into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as I fucked her face. She struggled for a moment, then my Pact kicked in, and she started sucking. “Naw. It's up in Washington State.” Tammy had a sweet mouth, sucking hard and swirling her tongue around my pecker. I brushed the back of her throat with every thrust. “Gonna deep-throat me now, sweetness,” I whispered. She looked up, her blue eyes sparkling in confusion. “Blue hell!” Cheryl-Lynn cursed over the video she was watching on her phone. It sounded like a news report in a warzone. “It's like some cheesy movie goin' on in Tacoma.” I pushed deeper into her throat; Tammy relaxed, and swallowed my pecker. Her lips pressed into my invisible pubes. She swallowed, massaging my shaft. Her mouth was wide open, and I could see inside her a bit, her tongue sliding around ...
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