#334563 - “Y-yes!!” Brenda cried out, her mouth hanging open as she whimpered and panted, her tongue lolling, an invitation to the gothic girl to play. “Oh,” Louise slowed her thrusts, calming her breathing so she could explain a little easier, “I coaxed him home from a bar one night, little Brandon had been sooo into you at school that, ah, when you left he was happy to take the next best thing home to bang, me. When she had met up with them for the first time earlier that evening she had expected everyone else to be exactly how she remembered them and for her to be the distinctive standout with her goth cultured appearance, but she was surprised, and maybe only a tiny little bit disappointed, to discover that she wasn’t as special as she thought, a few others had branched out, like her.