A microscopic bump formed where the bicep should have been. "Whatever," I mumble just before I spit into the sink.There was a knock at the door. "It's...gotta be Sandy," I thought. Opening the door revealed the amber-colored pixie hair of a short and skinny girl, wearing a ratty long-sleeve shirt over a tank top covering her modest A-cups. Below the belt she was wearing some black leggings."Hey Cal!" she proclaimed, "Ready to hit this place up?"As we walked, I texted Blake. He was younger than. Well I could kiss about $600,000 in real estate goodbye. The only satisfaction I could salvage from that was that my ex would be out half of that since we’d never be selling the property now.Knowing full well I couldn’t stay in the condo for more than a month or so without any visible means of support, I perused the Houston newspaper for an apartment; a house was out of the question; I had money, but not the kind that a house would cost. Plus I’d need a job to show income and I hadn’t even. Slut jumped up and whisperred “please sir, no, please” just as my index finger rubbed over her clit and slid into her soaking wet pussy. I squeezed her right nipple through her t-shirt, and started sliding my index finger quickly in and out of her pussy as she started to cry and moan at the same time. I continued to torture her pussy for a couple of minutes then abruptly pulled my finger out of her soaked pussy as she let out a sight of disappointment. I strapped on my backpack and grabbed my. Denise did the same. Denise's were bigger, at least 44C. Denise was a chubby but facially pretty girl of just 18. Whereas Maggie was a blond bombshell, Denise was dark and looked to have Italian or Sicilian ancestry. She also had a nipple ring on the right breast and unless my rear view mirror was scratched - a hair or two growing from each nipple. She had as little modesty as Maggie - which was absolutely none! Five minutes later, I'm driving down the road with 2 topless girls playing and.