I'm not your girl."Vanessa laughed. "We live together," she said. "That's why we talk everyday. Tell me, how much time do you spend talking with him e...eryday?"Lauren knew she was blushing. "Depends," she said."Like an hour or two, or even three?" It doesn't mean anything." Whatever," Vanessa said, snickering."Tell me something," Lauren said in Rick's car, while they were on their way to Uncle Frazier's apartment."What?" Do you think I'm your date or girlfriend?" Why?" Just tell me." Well," Rick. ‘The direction the helicopter took,’ she said, ‘and the direction we’re heading — it’s in the general direction of the south Caribbean. Aruba’s there. Plus, isn’t that where your consortium of investors is based?’ He opened her last button. Her blouse fell open. But he let it lay against her. His dark eyes stared at her. ‘Tell me about my consortium of investors,’ he said — as his hands caressed her stomach and then her hips and then past her skirt’s hem onto her bare legs. ‘Your turn,’ she. ” We both cracked up laughing.“So where are you from?”“Heaven or Hell, depending on which one you’d prefer.” “Good deflection. I’m from Washington, but I moved down her to live with my Ex.”“Tell me more about her.” Her face went red. “If it’s not too painful”“Nah, I got more than a couple drinks in me.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Things were going great for about two years. Then when she got her new job, she had to move down here to California, and I had to quit my job to be with her.“When we. And still she kept on.I barely opened my eyes when she stopped to strap the pink cock around her waist. She didn't even take her or my shorts off. I looked down to see her positioned between my legs and fishing the dildo underneath my shorts. It entered me with a slippery ease as I cried out with the size of it. She eased it in and out a few times, then began to thrust, using her hips to pound it inward with powerful strokes. I'd never been fucked like that before. The bed shook with each.