. baby, I was just a little short this month, I should have paid that on Monday after I won that afternoon - tell you what, I'll pay it in the morning...when I'm done here," he said to me on the phone from somebody's house somewhere, at yet another all-night game that he was likely to come home broke from. I used the light from my phone screen to guide me to the bathroom and over to the cabinets so I could get ready for bed, before falling asleep alone in even greater darkness than I was. As she slid her panties and jeans up her past her shapely thighs I pictured her mind in my head. ‘Mandy’. Although I couldn’t see her eyes, her head straightened and she looked straight forward. Moving around to face her, I asked my questions, trying not to be distracted by her tits which were still uncovered. ‘Mandy, how long has your pussy been shaved?’ I asked. ‘About 6 months.’ She replied in the standard neutral tone. ‘Why did you start doing it?’ ‘A guy I’d been sleeping with told me. Fuck. I’m in trouble.” But, thankfully, she showed no signs of wanting to stop. After a few minutes for her recovery, and the return of my erection, we fell into one another’s vigorous embrace once more. We fucked roughly and loudly. We made use of all the limited furnishings of the motel room. The king-sized bed of course, but also the vanity sink and mirror, the open closet bar, the ledge of the window, and the wobbly leatherette side chair. After a couple of rounds and some more. ," said the first. "We leave now." "You later." "In five minutes." "Ten." "We'll be . . . ." "In lot three." "Don't change." "We want you just like . . . ." "That." "Okay?" "Okay." And before Aaron could move a muscle, they swooped and gathered their towels,linked their leanly muscled arms, and strode toward the exit, their sexilysashaying buttocks flashing "Follow!" in riveting, eye-popping bursts.Or so it seemed to Aaron, whose body was now shot through with as mighty asurge of.