The girls barely acknowledged each other with so much as a sideways glance anymore. It wasn’t what Rachel wanted, but that wasn’t up to her. Rebec...a had cut her out and moved on. It was over. And the shame Rachel had felt over submitting to Austin with Michelle’s all-but-certain knowledge had also faded. Rachel had done him again since that day, and he was far from the only one. She’d added several new entries to her already impressive blowjob resume lately and her ability (or desire) to keep. Black hair, chocolate eyes, an aristocratic nose, and deep skin were accentuated by luscious lips. Our eyes met for a moment and I raised my camera, took one last shot, and prepared to flee. As I turned he took my arm and asked, ‘Como te llama? What is your name?’ It took me a full few seconds to catch my breath and answer ‘L-L-Lillian Ann Westwood.’ He gave a brief chuckle and said, ‘Well, Lillian Ann Westwood, how about I, Angel Pedro Vega de la Cruz, take you to dinner tonight?’ My mind. She was wearing a very long beige sweater and that's all, so she quickly slipped it over her head and climbed into bed. "Why are you still wearing your clothes?"Without a word, I quickly undress, crawled into bed, and went straight for her shaved pussy. She spread her legs, took my head in her hands, and began to thrust on my tongue."Mmm, Bill. You do that so well. You'll make me cum."That's when I sucked her clit into my mouth, which sent her into a very passionate orgasm. "Oh, fuck! I'm. “Same to you. I think that I’m going to get a bike or chopper, some saddlebags, and some helmets before we go. We can get those at the bike shop down the street. Dale’s Biker Gear,” Leland reminded his companion.“Works for me, hon,” Chantal grinned at the thought of putting her arms around Leland’s waist as they rode away on a Harley, Honda, or whatever.“Someone has watched Pulp Fiction too many times, but at least they’re only fleeing their partners, not a crime lord. I get the feeling that in.