"I felt honored by that, and told her so. Then I finger-fucked her as she tickled my shaft and balls. Our goal was to be a cunt-hair short of an orgas... for an hour, and we succeeded. When I notice that she was getting close to an orgasm, I withdrew my finger and began to pay attention to her breasts, painting her fat nipples with the juice from her pussy. She had her mother's super-sensitive boobs, and I had carefully mapped out every erogenous zone on them. I would suck on those nipples of. Dick was part of his ghost hunting team. So I called Jane, sure enough, Dick had vanished without a clue, as well. I slumped downstairs, Jane was going to call Jill – whose husband John was part of the trio of ghost hunters – and we were going to drink margaritas and male bash for the rest of the night. Walking to living room to grab my purse I noticed a message on the answering machine. It was John, on his cell phone, it was a bad connection but the message was clear. Tonight was the night,. Jake looked like he was exhausted and had sat down in another chair. He looked over at us, my wife now standing next to me with her arm around my waist cum running down her chest, and said you guys are the best. Youre not so bad either Jake my wife said. Then she turned serious and said I hope this remains between us, I know its too late to say this now but I would hate for what happened here tonight to affect my friendship with Christine. Jake smiled and said you dont have to worry about that. Aside from her cheerleading she felt like a useless idiot, and now even her cheerleading was in jeopardy due to potential academic probation. It was all her fault too; if only she were less like, well, herself, and more like someone else, maybe she wouldn't have lost Darren.Walking onto her hall on the top floor and turning toward her room, she suddenly noticed a new flyer on the bulletin board. "ARE YOU DISSATISFIED WITH YOUR LIFE?" it said across the top in all caps. "Have you ever felt like.