But no.”“Mate, I bet you’ve been fake-numbered.”“Been what now?”“Fake-numbered. I bet she gave you a fake number to get rid of you.”�...Do people do that?”“All the time.”“You sure?”“Sure, man. I’ve done it myself. Hell, I did it last night to this blonde bit who kept pestering me. Look, I’m going to give Andy a call, see if he’s up for a game. See ya later.”“Yeah. Later.”The more he thought about it, the more Jake was convinced that Bobby was right. Emma must have given him a fake number. After. His thick stalk slid along the outside of her panties and he rocked her backward and forward. The motion pressed him against her outer lips and quickly made her groan with an ache to be penetrated by him.He raised Sylvia then and slid her panties down. She stood on one foot to allow him to slip them over the other one. The garment fell to the floor.John drew her down again and as her face came level to his and his tongue entered her mouth again, he entered her below as well and opened her wide. “Someone’s already wet,” Jake said. Kate only moaned in response. Her hand fumbled toward his belt. “I need you to fuck me now. I’ve been a horny bimbo.”“Do you like being called that?” he asked, getting off of her to take his pants off.“I love it. I want to be your slutty bimbo.”Kate bit her lip as Jake took off his clothes, revealing his muscular body. His cock was fully erect and nearly seven inches long. He grabbed the condom on the desk and walked back to the side of the bed. “Are you. And who knows, it might even give us fodder for some good fantasies.”Now is a good time to tell you about myself. I’m five feet and four inches tall and weigh one hundred and twenty pounds, with shoulder-length, dishwater-blonde hair and deep blue eyes. My body is pretty nice with firm and full D-cup breasts, a well-shaped ass, and my thick labia show a big camel-toe in tight pants. I don’t consider myself to be beautiful, but Ed always says that I’m very cute, sexy looking, and hot.He likes my.