Dear god... that’s Megan. She’d smelled Megan before occasionally, but it had always been just a faint, unpleasant fragrance of body odor. Not this. Never like this. Forcing herself to uncover her nose and compose her face, she stepped the rest of the way into the room, teen a little terrified at just what it was she might find. Megan, still wearing her Pandape cosplay, was sprawled out on one of the beds. An open bag of chips had scattered across the comforter, and crumbs were everywhere. Megan’s hair was a tits greasy tangle, and the overripe, sour smell of perspiration wafting off of her asian twisted Stephanie’s stomach into a knot. “Hiii...” Stephanie said weakly, waving. “Steph!” Megan exclaimed, bounced up off the mattress. “Where the hell were ya?! I looked everywhere for you! I was so worried!” She advanced forward, moving to envelope her friend in one of her usual bear-like hugs. “No no,” Stephanie called out in sudden alarm, retreating a step and raising her hands, “I, uh. I probably smell. You know. I was down at the convention this whole time.” She thought she’d get used to the stink, but it was stronger now, fumes seeming to drift off of Megan in waves. It was overpowering, and Stephanie felt her eyes water and her throat close, choking her up with nausea. “Oh, pssh, I don’t worry about stuff like that,” Megan said, waving her hand dismissively. A line of sweat was clearly visible down the amateur inside of her arm. “You disappeared for forever! Did you hang out with that cute guy? How’d it go? What, were you two off makin’ out, or what?” “I tried texting you,” Stephanie explained in a wavering voice, “And then, I tried to call you...” “Oh, haha! Yeah, sorry Steph—turns out I forgot to pack my phone charger.” Megan tugged her phone out of her bra to show her, and the smeared screen was indeed dark and lifeless. “So, tell me, c’mon, Hardcore spill! What happened?!” “I-I’ll tell you after I... shower real quick. Or maybe a bath. A long soak. Sorry, I’m real self-conscious sometimes. About this, uh, I mean, my smell. I m-must be sweaty. I’ll tell you all about what happened right afterwards though, I promise. I’m not used to being on my feet all day, so—” Carly will be home in a half hour. If they hadn't ventured out of their safe home and come to the club, then we might've never met them and Kim's dream teen would have remained only that...a dream. I was sorting out my clothes when it opened and my tits cousin amateur Debbie poked her head into the room, she was a year younger than me, Debbie was good looking but a real geek. Her voice was quivery when she asked, “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it Ryan?” I couldn’t move at all. As we passed between the seawalls enclosing the passage to the ocean, Tina pulled off her shirt and stowed her hat. Her hands grip and clawed at his back. I stripped off, and as soon as I got in bed she took my erection in her hand. “How did you go to a Mexican Restaurant with no car?” I asked. The question was whether she had put them away totally or removed a few of them. “Damn right there won’t be because you’re going to be there. Feeling more bold with every flick of her tongue, Hermione began to slide Michaels meat into her now stretching mouth. Nikki asked nervously “What’s going on?” Anyways so I was Hardcore trying to work on my tan but Desi just kept fucking with me talking about some new guy she had found and all the things he was going to buy her. I continued renting interracial movies on Friday nights and Sarah was having better and longer orgasms. And it’s good.” "You take it so well," Sheryl laughed as she pushed asian the iron as far into Wanda's ass as she could before ripping it out painfully. “Your jewelry. So with the word “order” Wagner has delivered the coup de grace. “Thinking about editing Nikkole,” I typed on my phone then sent the text to my wife. If she was not already pregnant, he was going to make sure she was by the end of the day.