But Jane, though unbelievably hot, was half-crazy, and Kendra was usually scurrying off to a rendezvous with Mister Penis. So Laura had sulked and ste...ed for days, avoiding Randi at work, not answering the phone at home in case it was Deshona trying to make amends. Deshona had even left her messages on her voice mail, both at home and at work, which Laura had deleted without listening to them. The bitch, Laura thought. How arrogant of her to say she 'just had to tell' me. I hope he fucked her. As I picked up the pace, and squeezing harder on my rock hard boner, I again took my left finger and shoved up my greasy hole. Messaging the back side of my prostrate, caused my head to swell up like a dog. Only a matter of seconds now. As my thighs started to tremble, and tighten up, I yanked my finger out of my hole, and brought it up to my nose, taking a deep whiff. Damm I was a dirty boy—ripe greasy slim filled my nostrils giving me a buzz almost like smoking dope. I squeezed hard on my. Crimson bra almost too small for her heaving breasts, she lifted her skirt and wiggled out of her white little panties. She was wet, and slid one finger down to her anxious slit to make sure, closing her eyes with pleasure. He wanted her to continue, waiting as long as long as he could, grabbed her wrist and took her finger in his mouth wanting the taste of her. Spinning her around, he lifted her skirt to lay on her back keeping hold of her wrist with his left hand. He rubbed her pink cheek. It was as if the banks didn’t care if the buyers didn’t pay their loans. It was as if the banks were hoping that buyers would default and have their houses foreclosed. He failed to mention that his bank, in the way of the loose rules of the Rich Dad Poor Dad game, was a major player in causing the banking crash. ‘Even though there are a small army of others responsible for the financial crisis, being that your original loan was with my bank, I somehow feel responsible,’ he said suddenly.