"Whatever," the brunette said, walking away. I left the store.I searched through the mall but couldn't find Bill. I stewed about it all the way ho...e. They were just a pairof stupid young girls, the kind that get knocked up early andoften and grow into bitter old women. What difference did itmake to them who wore their crummy panties? I debated about whether or not I should get involved anyfurther. Finally I decided that Bill might need a friend,someone to confide in who wouldn't judge. My wife shuddered, kissing the girl hard, arms sliding around JoBeth’s neck. My wife’s tits pressed into JoBeth’s small, conical breasts. Their tongues flashed while my jizz ran down my wife’s face, more spunk reaching their lips.“Damn, that’s hot, Daddy,” Sam said.Linda broke the kiss and panted. “What did you do to this girl, Steve? I feel amazing.”“Like you just had a great night’s sleep?” I asked.“Yes, that’s better than coffee.”I grinned at her.Linda DaviesExcitement quivered through me as. She then describes her favorite video of mine and how she was rubbing herself out when she saw my status change. Of course I’m like “come get it”. Twenty minutes or so go past while we are messaging and I hit that bored moment and let her know Im about to sign off the computer but tell her where Im headed for a drink. She says she wants to meet me and I tell her im not messaging anymore send a number for me to text. She sends me a number to text her and explains she is married and has to. It was only her opening the door with the intent of storming off that got me to quit. I quickly got hold of myself and her wrist and promised her between gulps of air that it was me, not her, I was laughing at. She snatched her hand away from me but didn’t step back out into the rain, instead allowing me to explain myself.I composed myself somewhat and explained that there was no way she could call herself unlucky in comparison to how unlucky I was. After a moment, she pulled the door closed.