“What are you doing at the track?”“Winning,” Greg said with a smile, pulling out his stack of roughly $300. Ethan smirked.“Cool, good job.�... He turned his attention to Karen. “And how much of that are you going to have to pay this poor girl at the end of the date?”“All of it. I’m Karen, his wife.” Ethan took her hand and kissed it, making Karen giggle.“Now why did you marry Greg?” Ethan asked. Karen held up her glass of wine and shrugged toward it. Ethan and Karen laughed. Greg took her by the. She bounced even more when she saw the small SUV that was waiting for her. Her schooling was progressing at a rate that I was quite sure would have her finishing her junior year in some local high school.One evening, at the end of September, the doorbell rang just when we were making the finishing touches to our dinner. I went to the door and saw a grim-looking uniformed State Trooper standing there. My first thought was it that they knew. But as soon as it came, I understood that it had to be. "Where are you headed?" To visit a girl friend here," he said. "Here's her address. Howwould I get there?"Angelo handed Melvin a piece of paper with Debra Jean's addresswritten. He looked at it, got a quizzical expression on is face andthen shared it with Karen. "This can't be right," Karen said. "This address puts her in middle ofLake Michigan."Angelo reddened. He explained the Debra Jean hadn't answered thephone, either. Angelo finally admitted he had only about $5 left, andthat he had. Tammy gave thecamera a big smile, her beautiful hazel eyes fixed on the lens while her headcontinued moving around slowly against Robbie's cockhead, her glistening,pink tongue dripping with strings of spit. Sunlight from the bay windowbathed their smooth, young bodies in a bright, warm light, bringing out thebeautiful colors of Tammy's freckled face, lips, and tongue, and reflectingoff the taut, shiny-wet skin of the Robbie's blood-engorged cock as hemassaged Tammy's perfect skin. Larry.