“Hi Wendy,” he said, “fancy meeting you here.” He looked at me with hungry eyes, as he looked me up and down. I was dressed liked a slut, I ha... hoped I’d blend in here. The ultra short mini skirt, light tan tonight, and a tight black lycra top. No bra, and just a thong. I’d worn a raincoat when I walked out of the house, and got into my car. The coat was in the car, so I could hardly pretend I wandered in by mistake. Fuck, and this only my second night. “And you too, but nice to see you,” I. ‘I spent a lot of times under cars with Bradley. I didn’t do any fixing. I’d do my nails, homework, and about anything lying next to him under cars. See my dad is a drunk. When he came home from work, he’d drink Jack and start smashing things. So, I went over to Bradley. He let me hang out with him. He was company,’ explained Mona. ‘I fucking hate alcoholics,’ interjected Eric. ‘My mom was a drunk. My brother and I never knew if she was going to break into a rage of anger or give us treats to. She was milking me.I was pumping her. She asked will you marry me. I said youare my life. Her legs were locked on my hip. I was sucking her lips andbreasts. Her mulais (breasts) were soft and mouthful. I smelt her armpits. Iwas fucking her like there was no another day. She was moaning, enneangamedhuva saiunga (Dear do it slow) I accepted. I pushed my sunni (penis) in slowand waited for a few seconds and reversed and waited for a few seconds andagain pushed in. She was in heaven and told me. "This isn't going to work, Cassie. It won't support my..."Cassie just smiled and tossed the bag from Victoria Secret's to her.Fifteen minutes later, Cassie gently set the tiara that was laying on Stephanie's dressing table on Stephanie's head. Stephanie couldn't believe it. She looked like a princess.Cassie's phone rang. "Yeah, we're just finishing up."Cassie hustled to the door, lifting the hem of her skirt. "Your prince will be here in a moment," she said as she swept out the door.Stephanie.