V. when theres a knock at the door, I get up wondering if its the food we ordered, its my ex with that look in her eyes that I know she wants to fuck,...I smiled at her "rachel nows not really a good time I have friends over" she looked at me for a moment then smiled "the more the merrier" she said.We went back to the living room and my friends looked up hoping it was the pizza we ordered instead seeing rachel, "well theres been a change of plan boys" I said "it seems rachel here wants us to gang. Gonna cum in you" I hissed into her ear just before I latched my lips and teeth onto her neck and added to the bruise that was already there."Yessssssss ... cummmmmmmiiiinnnnnggg!!!" I groaned as I filled her convulsing pussy with my hot cream whilst I continued to add to her hickey. She orgasmed too, sending a stream of her juices flooding down my cock shaft and across my ball sack.I pushed her back down onto the bench top as I withdrew my soggy cock from her now gaping pussy. A stream of cum. I wasn't really sure myself what I was reading. I showed her the cover and said, "A book of short stories. This one is about a man who meets a young girl before going off to war, and they sort of become pen pals." Lizvette stepped toward my chair. "Oh that sounds romantic." She stood beside me as I held the page open to the part I was reading. "For Esme, with Love and Squalor," she read. "Oh that's a famous one isn't it? I'm going to have to read that in English class probably. You can help me. I called Rebecca and told her everything I could think of, including that Angela hadn't made it back yet; Tim told me that when we ran yesterday. She had me call it in on the tip line so there was an official record. That's what I needed Dad for last night. Once the tip was on record, she called the family and got the name of the people in Phoenix Angela was supposed to meet with. They told her about the email, like I said, that pretty much sealed it. I need to call Rebecca back to see what's.