It's been thirteen years and people change. I wondered if he was married, where he lived, and most of all, how it would be to actually have one of my ...any fantasies come true. I reckon what I am trying to say is that I wanted to fuck his brains out! I got a little wet just thinking about it. I then typed "CALL ME!!!" and gave him my cell phone number.He wasn't into social media and he finally gave in and tried it and that’s how he found me. He was looking for friends and landed on my profile. Or maybe we would be gunned down by the police. Then, I would go to my grave as a criminal. No tears would be shed for me. I was still feeling sorry for myself, trying to think of some course of action that would save me from the fate that eventually awaits most if not all bank robbers, when Jimmy Ray yelled, "All right, you mother fuckers! Get down on the floor and do it now!" A guard wheeled around, fumbling to get his pistol out of its holster, but to no avail. Jimmy Ray shot him on the. I started kissing her neck, but the salt water that had dried on her body turned me off so I grabbed the soap and started washing her. Once I had her clean, I grabbed a face cloth, coated it in the liquid and started washing her body. The ink came right off, and when I ran it between her legs, her pubic hair fell off as well. I had all front done but her face and I set the cloth aside. Washing my hands off, I took her long hair and grabbed a towel. Rolling the mass of wet red hair up into the. She was quickly supplied with an empty. She said we will play spin the bottle. She would spin it and the guy it landed on would get 60 seconds make out and fondle time. We all quickly agreed. She spun the bottle and each of us eventually got at least two make out sessions and some of us more. By the time each of us had been through twice Christy was horny beyond belief. She said that she would spin the bottle twice and the two guys that the bottle picked would take off her halter and suck.