.." Erin watched as Vincent walked by, oblivious to her on the bed. She got up to follow, but only saw the tails of his pinstriped trench coat disapp...ar into the bathroom. "Showtime..." muttered Erin, grinning to herself as she snuck into the bathroom. Vince looked over and grinned with her. "Well, hello beautiful." "Hello yourself. Are you ready?" "Well..." Vincent quickly wiped himself off, not wanting her to taste his urine and call the whole thing off. "There, all set." Erin walked. Gloria shrugged. "A conspiracy, I guess," she said, "but some girls did send in 'real' pictures, but not of their own assholes, of course—they got them off of the Internet." Oh," Haley said. "They have pictures of assholes on the Internet?" They have pictures of everything on the Internet," Gloria said. She showed her."Gross," said Haley, staring at one of the images on the computer screen. "I can't believe that people, that women..." Yeah," agreed Gloria."Although maybe if you didn't know what. He looked around to see who it was and his face lit up when he saw me. After some short chit chat we held hands and walked towards the horse trailers on the back lot to be alone. There were about 100 or more trailers there. In the very back was his. It was so dark it was hard to see until our eyes adjusted to the dark. Out of sight from everyone with nothing but the distant nose of the rodeo crowd he backed me up against the trailer and started kissing. Making up for lost time, we worked fast.. "Liz then bent down and started licking me between my legs. Oh how good it felt even though my back and butt still hurt from the whipping. Soon though I was flying flying and coming harder than I could ever remember. When she was through I started to get in position to give her the same thing but she stopped me."No girlfriend not now. I did that because I wanted to give you something to remember me by." Liz what are you talking about? Didn't you just say the plane turned around and we were.