"Baker, I've got a Debbie Wilson here, stopped for speeding. Any priors or warrants?" Silence for 10 seconds, then Baker's voice in reply, "I'm workin... another call here. I'll get right back to you, okay?" Sonya's anger increased at the obvious implications, that this was someone who had to be treated with kid gloves. Then to her surprise, her cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Sonya, this is Jill Baker. I did't want to talk to you on the air, since this is a delicate subject and I don't want this. I’m 19yrs old n m studying in college I am a regular reader of this site n i enjoy all stories here specially the incest and aunties, bhabhies n threesome stories a lot n also group stories too n I just love this allSo before starting my story I want to tell u guys pls comment on my story whether u like or not like on so that I can know how to improve my next story better n I am not a writer so there may be grammatical mistake n am writing in hurry so there may be some spelling mistakeSo let’s. In my mind, while the rest of the world churned around us, I had the sense that the three of us -- hairbleached me, sunny faced Martha, dark eyed Ronnie -- were somehow an insular, absolute group of our own. Looking back on the whole day, we seemed to be moving in a different direction from everyone else, at a different pace.After a long lunch we strolled across a wide, open plain of sand dune and low brush, and then through yet another secluded wood, and then to yet another village, speaking. As I stopped at the register, dressed once again, I asked, carrying the skirt and the red dress in my hand, "These are comped, right?"She looked up at me and simply nodded, humiliated at what she'd just done.Glancing at her name tag, I spoke her name for the first time. "So Rena, did you enjoy my taste?"Again, the downcast nod."Speak. Use human words," I demanded."You have a very unique taste," she answered."I'm new to having my cunt munched by a girl. What does that mean?" I asked.Her face.