"But Mum! I'm telling the truth! Honest! Look, hang on a second." Jenny turned to Melanie who looked up from the notepad."I'm sorry Melanie, would you...speak to her?"Melanie took the phone with a smile."Hi, Jenny's Mum? It is really me I'm afraid." She paused for long moment."It's entirely our fault, really, Jenny was good enough to drive my husband home from the club and I thought that it was the least that we could do to make it up to her. She insisted on ringing you to let you know where she. She was amazing. Slowly she started kissing her way up my stomach and chest. I can feel her beautiful tits rubbing against me. She takes my cock between her firm boobs squeezing and rubbing my cock between them as she worked her way up my body. She was up to my mouth and kissing me, her tongue deep in my mouth, her arms pinning my shoulders down. I could feel my cock against her pussy but she kept teasing me, not letting me enter. She slid her wet pussy up my chest and sat it. How much does he know. I started to eat. As I was making my second bite u came back. In your hand was a carton of Tropicana orange juice. No pulp and a bag of tree and a pack of papers. U sat down beside me, gave me the orange juice, and watched me finish my bite while opening the fresh squeezed goodness. Mmm food. Big gurls love fuckin food!. Before I continued to eat I caught your gaze. I stopped mid-bite and asked you who u were. How did u know me. And were u going to kill me. At the last. I'm Alex," I said shyly."Why you being so shy? This is California. No room for shy people here." I'm uh... sorry I guess..." I refused to make eye contact. I stared down atmy white tennis shoes the whole time."Oh lord. You gonna need some help around here. You're gonna hang 'roundme for a while. Okay with that?" I nodded quickly, very relieved that someone was talking to me. And eventhough Brianne was rather intimidating, she seemed nice.And we have been best friends ever since. We were almost.