She tossed a few gumdrops in her mouth and chewed them as she talked. "Annie got me my number early since she knew I'd be late getting back from a vis...t home. She sewed the number to my panties because she was sure I'd have better time if I wore it down there."Annie was forcing Felice to flash her panties to show her number. With legs like hers, this was a treat for anyone who approached Felice looking for their match. "But you're not wearing them." I know. It's so embarrassing. Like always,. . can't speak to girls," complained Jack Rewendy, whizzing pasta jewelry store with great momentum, his companion struggling to keep upthe pace. "To be fair, I can't speak to men either. I just don't haveany intention of forming any sort of intimate relations with them."A wry smile appeared on his stubbled face. The strong wind swept a brownstrand of hair into his face, which he promptly put back to its place ontop of his head.The red-haired guy following Jack chuckled. "So... you know what to. "She didn't even blink. "Yeah, so? You ever have a threesome with your pretty blond wife?" No. And if I did, it would have to be with another girl." She's probably never going to let you have a threesome. She's really hot but women like that think letting you fuck them is a privilege." I don't know about that..." Well I do. Have you ever been with a chubby girl?" Excuse me?" Not fat," she smiled mischievously. "At least not so fat you couldn't get it up."I didn't know what to say.She continued,. King’s beating would stay with her for days, not that she cared. She’d never felt more satisfied in her entire life. After Geronimo had fucked her, he’d let her rest, curled up under a thin sheet on the couch while the others played pool and drank. She felt strangely safe, sensing that the others wouldn’t dare lay a finger on her without his permission. She’d dozed off for a while, waking as she shook her gently, his smile crooked, obviously drunk. "Come on, Blondie. Taking you home." She.