Hot Blog: COEDS NEED CASH COEDSNEEDCASH.COM was special. I was spending the weekend with them to celebrate my 18th birthday. Mr. Peterson had something special for me, and had pulled me aside after dinner and whispered for me to stand in the hall at 2 am. Now it was 10 past and I carefully crept out of the room, looking back to see Leslie, who was turned toward the wall, sound asleep.
The hall was dark, but her parent's door was cracked just a little with some light spilled out. The door is usually shut so I was unsure of getting close. Still, my curiosity was piqued, and I stepped very lightly and peaked through the opening. My breathing was so heavy I thought they'd hear me. My eyes widened at what I saw. Mrs. Peterson was bent over the bed. One of Mr. Peterson's hands was in the middle of her back pressing down and the other was on her hip. He was moving slowly in and out of her this way. In fact, he was going so slowly that there was hardly any sound but for her occasional moan. Then I heard a wet, squishing noises. He moved faster and the sound changed. She must have been very wet and that's what I was hearing.
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