A Girl called Areola and her sister called Beaver
by Vanessa Evans
As usual, it’s best if you read the earlier parts before this one. Can we start over please?”
I handed my bottle of beer to Beaver and gave Mandy a naked hug. XXX I remember seeing them when they were knee high. “Okay bro,” I said, “we’re off to do some serious sunbathing before we have to go back to college; we’ll be back real soon to don’t you go hiding at your mate’s houses.”
“What about my girlfriend?”
“Told you, invite her along, 3 girls to 1 guy sounds like every guys dream, doesn’t it Beaver?”
“Hmm, does she like eating pussy as well bro?”
“Bloody hell girls, you’re getting worse.”
“You mean better.” Beaver replied.
