I just changed the bounds, made them 1 and 6, and ran it until I got four different individuals of us.”“Why four and two, rather than three and th...ee?”“‘Cause the wash-your-friend’s-back thing doesn’t work without an even number. We’ve tried, it just doesn’t work.”“Oh.” Civia obviously thought for a few seconds, then asked, “Could you show me the spreadsheet after showers?”“Sure. And, Girl, you need to get those clothes off.”“Oh, yeah. Thanks, Liya.”“You don’t need to thank me for little stuff. You'll get over this girl too. If you ever need to talk just let me know."I went on with my life. I didn't date again yet. I was thinking that I never really dated. Maggie never went with me anywhere. No one even knew about us. I was thinking that maybe I should try dating someone.It was a couple of weeks later when my brother, Mark, stopped by to see me."Hey, Squirt. How's it going?" he asked. "Mom told me you had a girlfriend and it didn't work out. Would you like to talk about it?" No, I. "I'd offer a penny for your thoughts, but I don't have change. You seem to have some emotional baggage and I'm ready to do some unpacking." Huh?" Simon tried to think of something to say."Bullshit. I'm a child."Simon's eyebrows shot up. Arabella had rarely showed her temper since he'd met her and had been quiet, almost submissive since coming back from the Eastern Shore. She walked toward him, her dress unbuttoned, flashing glimpses of her firm body with each, exaggerated, hip swinging stride.. Freddie realized what to do, and picked Carly up from off his cock, kissed her a bit, and then he ordered her to bend over on all fours, and got behind her and started fucking her doggy style. Carlys moans turned into shrieks as Freddie slammed his dick harder and harder getting it deeper and deeper into the depths of Carlys pussy. Freddie slapped Carlys ass a few times, pulled her hair, and called her a dirty bitch, all immensely boosting his ego. Carly loved being called a dirty bitch, and it.