The words she had typed stared back at her with a sense of complete and utter failure.“I fucked up!”The stunning young woman with honey blond hair...chewed a loose strand at the side of her mouth in absent-minded disregard for the fact it was entirely inedible.The horse was out of the barn and she knew with tummy-turning certainty that Amada had seen that hidden side of her that discovered mature women to be the objects of her affection rather than the customary feminine yearning for a suitable. “How are you this lovely afternoon?”She made a foul face at me. “Really? You’re going to go with that? Fuck off then.”“Come outside,” Lara called out, having to raise her voice as the metal swelled.“Why?”We stood still, patiently amused, saying nothing. Gwen stared for far too long. Finally she grunted and stepped out, muffling the music with the closed door.“What do you want?”“We never really told you how much ass you kicked on the recording,” Lara said.“So we wanted to say thanks,” I added. I enjoyed the recognition of my daring and how it seemed to set me apart from the others, but after a while, I began to hear comments that I was weird or strange because I did it more than all of the others put together. To them, I seemed less normal than before and I must admit, I seemed that way to myself as well. I couldn't understand why I loved doing it so much. If no one was around, I would do it over and over again. I found it humorous because of how rabid the dogs seemed as they went at. The girls, on the other hand, couldn’t shut up for a minute.“Did you see Bradley? The look on his face when Camille kissed the head of his cock! I thought his legs were going to buckle and he would fall to the ground,” Kristi giggled.“And his pubes! I guess they don’t know about manscaping in Oklahoma. I don’t think he ever shaved them. Camille’s face almost went missing in that forest!” Janie said, hardly able to control herself.“And when he came, his eyes rolled back into his head. His.