Her hair and face looked as beautiful as lastnight and she carried a small light blue purse. She walked to the coatcheck and unwrapped her cape. Under...eath was a tight, form hugginglight blue dress. It was then that I noticed that she had on matchingplatform sandals of the same color. Every bit of her appearance wasjust as stunning as the night before. She had repainted her toenails adeep red and they stood out beautifully in the straps of the platforms.Her fingernails were French Tips and. I stand there as the girls look me over, feeling silly."you don't look like a six. are you a six?"the blond one smiled up at me. I had no idea... "oh, right like SHE gets a vote!" at this they both laughed. the little brunette broke in-"ok, let's start over! her face?" hmmm... I'd say a... two." a TWO!! wow. really?oh, c'mon she's not that bad!" "I don't like her nose. It's too puged. and her cheeks are too... round. she looks like... porky pig!" this really busted them up.i've never liked my. We carried out the ceremony of pleasantries that seemed necessary to continue this game of guilt and fixation we couldn't help but play. We weren't family, and hadn't been since she ripped out my heart. However, she still harbored guilt, and I still felt the slight stirring of desire, so we made an offering to the memory of our memories. I didn't hate her. I just hated her happiness. I somehow thought that I was supposed to be the one lying in her bed, tucking in our kids, and enjoying losing. He laughed at the idea, 'Fucking hell Mariel, she is so fucking wet without the pill', and I had to laugh at his outburst, but said nothing in reply, preferring to continue driving and touch my pussy, not having a care in the world or concerned with what he was doing in the back seat.For the first time throughout the journey, Karin stirred, but evident was her vocal moaning, she was probably having intercourse with some black guys in her drunken stupor, instead of poor old Jake, back there.