The cab door opened and out got Kathy,she was petite,but her body was just right,he had told her to dress slutty that night, so she put on a gold alte... neck top,black pencil thin skirt and hold up black stockings and heels, it was cold when she stepped out of the cab showing that she also had no bra on as her nipples began to show through the material of her top. Walking slowly up the stairs she turned around to see the taxi leaving,there was no going back now,so she put her bag over her. When I got back I learned some things that she and mark did that I did not know about. The incident happened at a house party with the wife and during the party the wife broke away from me and found a seat on a couch just relaxing and talking to others. For me I walked around the house and found the kitchen while there I stepped into a couple guys just talking. After introducing my first name I was handed a beer and I was like might as well and hang out with these guys. As I was standing there. The lady was not wearing a bra underneath. She didn’t need one. Her breasts were high and firm and perfect. Maggie eased the waistband of Sally’s pants over her hips and down her legs. Sally wasn’t wearing panties either. Apparently the woman had every intention of having sex that evening. Maggie was glad. She had fantasized this moment many times before and now here it was becoming a reality. Maggie had no intention of stopping now. This was what she wanted, what she longed for . . . and it. Mike was a short, smart mouthed, pain in the ass, half breed, Tex-Mex. He would tell just as many wetback jokes as whitey jokes and pissed every one off. That was until you needed back up in the field. His nickname was the Tasmanian devil. He was fucking fearless, dependable, and just too good at his job. It cost him his life. John absently scratched the side of his face, ignoring the long ugly scar. He felt the stiff paper in his pocket. He knew ever word on it. He just didn’t know why the.