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“Well said Joseph,” dad said proudly then pointed towards the SUV, “but don’t tell us, go tell him.” Have you ever seen one of those Westerns when there is some type of confrontation pitting one gunslinger versus the other? Now picture that scenario with The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly theme song playing in the background with me about to get out of the SUV to face my two best friends. Watching my parents enter the house I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves reaching for the handle to open the car. It felt like I was moving in slow motion as I stepped out onto the pavement. The silence was palpable as we stood finally facing each other. Kimmie and Joe had their mouths open in awe as I watched them look me up and down. I played this scenario so many different times in my head tits with me either being angry, disgusted, or saddened. Standing here at this time I felt none of that, I just felt numb. I felt NOTHING. Kimmie was the one to break the silence walking towards me, “Oh…my…gosh Squirt! You look…Amazing! Holy crap!” Joe chimed in from the background, “Buddy, you look great!” Extending her arms trying to give me a hug I quickly backed away putting my hands up and hissed, “No, don’t you dare!” Kimmie had a startled look on her face stopping in her tracks. The numbness was subsiding, and now pure anger was burning up inside of me as I stared at them both and said coldly, “I told both of you I would speak with you tomorrow. What about that message wasn’t clear?” Joe stepped forward and said in a mellow tone, “Squirt, we just wanted to tell you in person that we are truly sorry about…” I cut him off with a sarcastic laugh, “Sorry? Sorry? Huh, sorry about what exactly? Sorry about calling me a loser? Oh no, I misspoke...your both sorry for saying I’m YOUR loser to Danni that night. Or maybe you’re sorry for, let me see, oh yes…sorry for when SHE said I’m holding you guys back and you both kept YOUR FUCKING MOUTHS CLOSED. Does that about cover it?” Joe with a slouched posture put his head down in embarrassment then Kimmie started to tear up again and begged, “Squirt, PLEEEASE breasts - PLEEEASE don’t do this.” Stepping towards her I placed a hand on either side of her shoulders and sneered, “You see this feeling you’re experiencing now…it’s called heartbreak and that is what I felt glasses that night; twelve times over,” making eye contact with both of them I continued, “the same number of years you both PRETENDED to be my friends, PRETENDED to be my family, PRETENDED to LOVE ME!” The anger was subsiding, and sadness swept over me as tears were now forming. I swore to myself I would not blonde shed another tear over these two, but my emotions hit me like a ton of bricks . Kimmie leaned into my chest crying and pleading with me not to hate the two of them. “We- we’re family…Squirt. Plea- Please give us another chance. It was one- ONE mistake. I’m- I’m SOOO sorry,” she sobbed in my arms. Joe came closer and placed his hand on my shoulder, “Like Kimmie said Squirt, we’re family. sexy We grew up together, Christ, you’re like a brother to me and Kimmie a sister.” Kimmie looked up at me with her blood shot eyes in shock at what he just said then closed them in bewilderment when she saw my mood change. She must have thought to herself, why Joe?! Why would you say something SOOO stupid! “So, I gather you fuck your sister now and at the same time shit ALL over your brother, huh Joe?!” I snapped while stepping away from Kimmie. Carol assisted Ronnie as they dressed the young bride for her funeral. "Very nice . . . Slowly, she lowered herself, wiggling herself until it began to slip inside her. Her face twisted with such while pleasure as she pounded my deflowered pussy. His cock was at full attention and wanted him to put the camera down and jump on her. Dave looked at Tim and said, “Don’t worry, we occasionally video some of the more interesting things that happen in the house for glasses our own pleasure or amusement.” Tim saw Barb turn away suddenly and noticed she was blushing slightly. In most other settings, I might have been considered a loser by some, but in that one, I felt like a rising star. Her hands, her right wrist and both knees hurt but what hurt the most was her scalp from him tugging her hair hard enough to bring her once again on her feet. Me - Okay thanks. I waited about half an hour and still no show so I gave up. My mind in a swirl, as if I it was the center of a tornado. I grabbed her thighs. I lied to myself that it was only that we were committing incest. I knew he was not lying. “Ponni can go tomorrow blonde itself.” I text her my address and tell her to just show up. I crept breasts over the sand towards sexy them searching tits for anything useful that I might find. I giggled. It’s Pristine Valley,” Fontane laughed. The captain and first mate were wearing t-shirts and cargo shorts.