The truth was that I got my hard-core loving from her clone Margaret and I was addicted to her ability to imitate Lucy so well that if I shut my eyes,...I would swear it was Lucy I was screwing in her favorite position down on all fours. The slender long-legged Margaret talked like Lucy, she walked like Lucy and she even imitated Lucy’s style of humping and sucking that they were like twin sisters without being related at all.Still, we were able to all live together in a two bedroom apartment. ”“I see someone who would dearly like to see the Tiger unleashed!” Kara teased.I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know she meant Liz. I was actually more concerned about dancing with her than with Grace, who I knew was going to give me some serious grief about not being at the party the previous year, and not being available this year. Melanie had given me fair warning.“Liz,” I said quietly.“She really has a thing for you,” Kara said.“We talked about it the last time we were together.. Chase suddenly froze in place as her intimate muscles squeezed tighter around him. He groaned, and she felt him swelling – throbbing.“Oh, yes,” she cried as he pumped his seed into her depths. She swore she could feel it pooling inside her, joining the warm glow of her continuing orgasm. His hot breath washed over her breasts, the sweat glistening there cooling, and adding to her pleasure. They remained joined – trembling – until at last they were both spent.“Oh, thank you,” she whispered once. Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.Sweetheart: What? Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really. Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse. Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop. Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool. Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee! Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties. Wellhung:.