I jerked my head back from the window, closed my eyes and sighed a great sigh of relief. She didn’t see me…Couldn’t see me. I took another deep ...reath, and slowly brought my eye back to the edge of the window. She was in fact where I’d left her, but she seemed as though she’d lost some of her enthusiasm. She still pleasured herself, but she moved the brown dick between her legs, slower, in and out, in and out, pushing it deep inside every-so-often and making a rolling motion…first one way and. “Pete,” she said. “Trust me, she was happy to see you. And unless I miss my guess she wants to see you again. So don’t blow it buddy.”I looked at her, and asked “What happened to Holly?”“Like, oh my god dude! She is like tre cute, so just stop being a pussy and bag her!”I was still laughing and crying as Linda and her friends finally rejoined us. When they asked what was so funny, I simply told them that this entire Valley Girl thing was so new to me, that the words they used still often made. Tramp.At least I didn’t have to wait long. A tall black girl and mousy brunette were crutches for a tall heavy brown haired guy. Much younger than I expected.“Hi, welcome to Peninsula Massage,” I smiled, “I’m Melissa. Do you need to help him up onto the table?”“I’m feeling numb enough,” He said with light heavy slur. Painkillers, I guessed. Well at least he’d be sedate. The black girl let him go but the brunette followed him over helping him out of his shirt. I quickly rushed into the little. For the excitement, the thrill, the raw, visceral stimulation of being a secret slut." Carol was aroused, with a wild, wanton look in her eyes. Marilyn was quiet as a church mouse as she took in every nuance of the conversation."You liked that?" Yes," Carol hissed."You like being a secret slut?" Yes," she said proudly. She was challenging me. Her back was slightly arched, raising her breasts to me. Her eyes were on fire.I unzipped my trousers and fished out my cock. "Come here, slut. I have.