She made it onto the covers of s*******n, Elle, and appeared on last month’s edition of Glamour. Then it hit me. I remembered my eyes catching sight...of a magnificent, chaste, innocent face on one of the magazine covers on the rack by the checkout line at the supermarket where I worked. I was busy at the time, and had just caught a glimpse of her face. I had made a mental note to go back and check her out later, which I never did. I recalled the bold orange lettering above her head that read. “Great,” I said and put in the next step of my plan. “Now you need to have a small sleepover party again. Think Lisa will come over tonight?” “I think she might have a date, but I’ll see if I can talk her into ditching it.” Then she took off and picked up the phone. “Wait! What’s Katey’s number? I’ll call her,” I yelled after her and picked up my cell. Jen stuck her head back in my door and gave me the number as I dialed adding with a devious grin, “Don’t sprain your wrist…”I ignored her. " Baby, I'll be fucking you until you cum. And then I'll be fucking your ass until you cum. And then, you'll make me cum all over your face. How's that, you dirty cunt?" Oh yes, I love it when you talk to me like that!" she said groaning even more loudly.Taking a quick drink, I couldn't stop listening. I knew it would only make me more horny, listening to this strange man fuck my Ex...and apparently fuck her in a way I never had done before. The pure humiliation was enough to make me horny, but. " And then it happened. Heat. Raw heat. Wet. Raw, hot, wet, pressure. It was as if a bell just shot from her pussy,up her spine and went off inside Mandi's head. "Oh my God", she thought to herself as she laid her head back quivering and whimpering. Karen had just touched Mandi's pussy for the first time...with her mouth. She had pressed her full lips up against Mandi's pussy lips and kissed them softly. Mandi wanted to cum right then. Her pussy was dripping wet. She continued to whimper as she.