“Morning emergency services which service please.” came a static filled voice.“Uh, Ambulance please, my friend has been stabbed or something, I ...hink she’s dying!” Sharri cried down the phone.The operator tried to calm Sharri down and told her to stay on the line and she would connect her. Moments later another calm voice quickly and efficiently got out of Sharri the address, who was injured and how and Sharri’s name.It seemed like they had only just finished dealing with that when Sharri heard. I have become lonely since and need an itch to scratch,as its been 5 weeks since i had any sex encounters. OK, its New Years Eve and I am desperate to get some cock. I had planned things and they fell through. So I am planning on going to the New Years Eve festival at Civic Square, and see what pans out after. So I dressed slutty and silly. I wore a black singlet that barely covered my belly button (no bra underneath), a white very skimpy mini-skirt (that just covered my buttocks), with fishnet. There; I’ve said it.You see, to be honest dear reader, I’d already developed a taste for dogs when I was around fifteen; before Dan came to stay.I was the only child of a working mother; living way out in the suburbs. There were no amusements and by the time I was fourteen, so mother had finally given-in to my pestering for a dog.I remember the bright sunny day we drove out to some dog kennels where unwanted dogs could be paired up with a new owner.We were shown round the place by old Ken. Mandy’s folks was going to be out of town for the weekend, and Cindy promised them there would be no parties in the house. "Only the two of us," Mandy said. "Early day tomorrow, we’re going to pick the truck up," the two girls chimed in together. Being tired, once the folks left, Mandy said she was going upstairs to take a shower. Cindy said she was going to watch some television. Mandy went into the upstairs bathroom, stripped down to her little black panties and stood looking in the mirror.
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