" Sam whispers and you kind of grin and kiss her.And you and Sam have never really 'made out' like on television and the movies and you're ten minutes...into slipping your tongue past Sam's teeth before you realize that is what you guys are doing. You're making out with Sam.Sam's breathing is soft and shallow and she kisses a little clumsy in a way that makes you press your fingertips to her jaw in support and it's all heady and addictive.You're not expecting Sam's hands on the bare skin of your. .slut...Gem.. came the murmurs. a good girl..."Yeh I do!" says some guy, so I bent back over the table, tits into the beer-spillage and turned-over ash-tray.."FUCKING SLAG!" screamed some girl as she left.So who ever this guy was, he gets behind me and unzips his jeans, and Donna helps him with his dick."In There" she says, putting his dick to my cunt.His cock nudges my pussy and slips up the soppy slippy used fuck-hole of my cunt."ah yes!" I screamed as his dick slid up my wet pussy pipe,. Her face was inches from mine, her eyes not looking down at the scars, but directly into my own, directly into the center of my very being. Her hands were still on my body. Her left nipple scraped briefly across my right one. I couldn't look away. But then she stepped back from me and turned toward her own shower nozzle."You'd better hurry," she said, as if nothing had happened. "Your hair is wet, and I'm going to have to help you with it. What time are the reservations for?"I was still. Her arms were burning with the strain of holding them still and the pain was beginning to get to her. The soft, commanding voice found her again. "Tell him what it was about." They could see the muscles rippling as another climax rolled through her. She heard one of them sniff, and when the waiter said he could "smell her little pussy" the fireworks started all over again. "It's about..." it was difficult to speak above a whisper, her breathing was still ragged, "a girl... she's.