A bit larger then Waldo with ribbing circling the body. As much as Ritty liked it Lacey couldn’t handle the thickness of it. They lay in bed panting... sweaty from there love making. They dosed for a little bit. She couldn’t tell how long. Minutes maybe an hour or so. The fire place had died out long ago allowing the once warm room to get chilled. It didn’t take long for them to start shivering. Lacey sat up and grabbed her shirt. It had landed on the floor beside the bed so she didn’t have to. I looked at Sandra and she was close to tears. I couldn't help smiling, thinking this was so sweet because the bitch who'd shagged behind my brother's back was getting her come - comeuppance. I was revelling in the glory so much that I didn't notice I was coming until I shot my load into Gina's mouth. She raised her head and come was dribbling from the corners of her mouth. Her head moved to mine and I knew what was coming so I opened my mouth as our our lips then made contact I felt my spunk. ”“Naw, nigga! I mean name da place, yo!”“Oh...My bad. It was at the Hotel Lebleu by the airport the first night. Then, the next afternoon we posted up at Buzzard Roost Inn.”“Hell yeah! Da fuck you been?”“I’ve been traveling with work.”“I been tryna get at you. I want you to do dem splits again.”“I’m in town!”“Wheah?”“Downtown. Grand Mountain.”“Lemme see how much Uber gon’ be.”“Call me back.”“Answer yo’ phone!”“Yes, sir!”Eleven minutes later, Dicey’s phone rang again. “Hey!”“Yeah! My homeboy. It occurred to her that when able, Younger-Rebecca hewed to the script. She grinned as her earlier self advised: “You should complain to the school counselor, you know. What school do you go to, anyway?”She couldn’t recall how her older self had replied. Taking an experimental sip of soda, she flinched, and went with: “I’m fine. It was a girl that punched me, anyway.”Younger-Rebecca winced. “Do you at least have a name?”“Iris,” she said immediately. “And yes, I’m wearing your.