When I took out the interior bag that had my sexy clothes, makeup, and wig, all the things that make Rebeca, I saw a small piece of torn paper flutter...down and out of a shoe. I picked it up and saw a phone number with my home city area code on it. It said “call sometime” in very neat penmanship. I was shocked and turned on all at the same time. An hour later around 11 AM I was putting the mascara on my lashes and glossing my lips. I was also on the local chat line and I had already made. "I never thought of it like that! But, you're right,sweetums! I guess we are kind of stuck with each other..." Mary!" Jasmine, having experienced a searing sexual jolt fromMary's admittedly crass action of playing a crass game ofstink-finger with herself, exclaimed in a muted whisper."Would you please stop it!" Stop what?" Mary sadistically queried, as she repeated herprior action."Playing with yourself!" And, why - May I ask? - would you want me to do that?" Because, you're getting me all hot. My cock was almost at its limit. Giving her tits attention, going back and forth sucking on her nipples. That sent her over the edge and with her hand covering her mouth trying to muffle the moans that escaped her mouth Lizbeth had her second orgasm of the night.That did it for me, one hand grabbed her hip and the other grabbed her throat. Slamming into her snatch one last time, I just blew my load into her willing cunt. Stream after stream after stream just kept coming out of me. I don't know. Without another thought about it, I dashed close, readied myself then threw all my weight into my fist. No where to go, pal... You’re mine... “MORATTA!” “YAAAH!” Wait a sec....! Where did he....? AH! Terri! Wait! Stop! DON’T!! POW... It was the single most humiliating moment throughout my history of street fighting. Not only that, but it was my greatest mistake. He dodged me... and before either I or Terri knew it, we found ourselves victim to the other’s attack. We both stumbled back,.