I could tell myself that whatever hadbeen slipped into my orange juice was responsible for my undeniablyslutty behaviour, for my eagerness to suck and...wank a group of strangemen - or indeed any men at all.But that didn't alter the implications of the cum-splattered visagestaring back at me from the mirror, or the sticky, crusted uniform thatI had peeled off before getting in the shower, or the taste of semen inmy mouth - some of it licked off Scarlett and then swapped between ourmouths as we. Too bad he couldn't have been here watching."Karen said, "No, you don't. When he watches he thinks he is some sort of director where he wants me to this and that or my lover to do them. He just needs to watch and keep his mouth shut but he can't. Most likely he would have wanted to screw you and while he is a good lay, I have had better."Karen pulled up her slacks that had fallen off of one leg along with her panties to the floor. I stood, pulled the hem down on my skirt and fixed my top. "The National Weather Service has just issued a severe storm warning"...Michael had already heard enough. Here it comes, Mother Nature in her total furry. Someone or something pissed her off and she was going to let everybody know it.Michael slipped on a pair of shorts and headed for the back deck. He could already feel the wind whipped sand as it pitted his back and face with thousands of needles, the rain was coming and it was not far off. He could see the torrents of water as they swept. “Oh, you don’t say!” She exclaimed. Somehow I did not feel that she was shocked at all to learn that little tidbit. I was pretty sure she already knew before she even asked. I, of course, really didn’t want to talk about it but did tell her I had started seeing someone else. Mandy spent the entire game with me and we watched my little brother’s on court exploits and antics. By that time he had already grown to be three inches taller than me and I am not short. Mandy went on and on about how.