DREAM DATE 2

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DREAM DATE 2

Hanna stood in front of her vanity mirror, twirling about as she watched the new dress her Mom bought her for the date swing about freely. She decided not to wear panties nor did she really need a bra yet.

With hair done up nicely and just a hint of mascara and eye liner, she smiled at her more grown up appearance.

“Eat your heart out Tammy,” Hanna said to her reflected image in the mirror. “And eat my cock Jessica,’ she giggled naughtily.

Spritzing a mist of the current perfume rage from her mother’s collection, she slipped on low heels and went downstairs to await her favorite movie star to sweep her off her feet.

When the door bell rang, Hanna’s heart skipped a beat and she began to sweat. Jane went to the door, with her Dad hanging back holding a digital camera.

Her mother opened the door to be met by Tammy. “Hi Mrs. Milkerson. Is Hannah still here?”

“Yes dear, come in.” Jane closed the door behind the entering girl.

“Hi Tammy.”

“Wow, you look great.”

“Thanks,” Hannah said, smiling proudly. “Come on up.” The girls went upstairs to Hannah’s bedroom.

“Oh my God Hannah, I still can’t believe you are going out with Jessica Dove Lickitt.”

“Well, I am,” she replied with mirth in her voice.

“Are you really gonna fuck her?”

“Oh yeah. I want to so bad. Look at her,” Hannah said, pointing at the newly taped up nude spread of her favorite actress with her veined cut cock proudly lying along her smooth, toned thigh to her knee.

Tammy stared at the picture, licking her lips. “Yeah, I’d do her if I had the chance. You are so fucking lucky!”

“Well, after I get home, sneak over and you can taste her on my cock.”

“Really?”

“Sure. You’re my best friend.”

Tammy jumped up and hugged her friend hard.

“Hey hey, don’t mess me up.”

“Sorry,” Tammy said, pulling away. “I can’t wait.”

“I’ll give you a call when I’m on the way home. Keep your cell by your pillow.”

“There’s no way I’m going to bed.”

“Well, I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“No worries. Just call me.”

The door bell rang downstairs. The girls looked at each other, eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. “Oh my God,” Tammy whispered.

“Come on, you can meet her,” Hannah said, grabbing her friend’s hand and dragging her down the steps.

With her mother at the door she looked back and nodded. Primping her hair and smoothing her blouse and skirt, Jane smiled and opened the door.

Expecting to see her favorite actress in all the world, Hannah rushed to her mother’s side, only to be met by a man in a suit wearing sunglasses.

“Is this the Milkerson residence?’ he asked in a deep baritone voice.

“Why yes, it is,” Jane answered.

“Is Hannah here?”

“I’m Han