"You leave her here?" No, but maybe I'll bring her back."Four guys had surrounded Amanda right where he had left her. They all had a beer, as did Aman...a, now. Young guys in their twenties. The two guys at her side leaned against the same poll she was balanced against. The other two were inches from the front of her. Brent stopped, adjusted his shirt, and walked up slowly. In this light, she looked topless; his wife was legally nude. They were teaching her to say something. "Me gusta chupar el. "Mothers," I addedresignedly. "It's all right John. I'm glad your mother called. If she hadn't, mymother was going to call her." I knew I was repeating myself but I foundmyself saying "mothers" yet again. Darla laughed at that. "Did you try onthe bra yet?" she asked me unable to conceal her excitement. I had noidea how she knew, but her next words were, "You're blushing, aren'tyou?" I didn't need a mirror to tell me that my face had indeed turned avery dark shade of red. "I love you John and. England was now run by a ruthless dictator. All over the country there were gangs running things, there were no big cities or towns left just small village’s run by friends of the dictator. In one part of the country a village of 60 people had been raided by a gang of teenagers but unbeknown to the raiders the village chief had been told of the raid in advance and had set traps catching 6 of the raiders with the rest either being killed or driven off. The morning after the raid the village. Her constant referrals to her "chamber" just about caused me an aneurism every time. I'd get hard "wood" just hearing her sultry voice on the phone. I learned the language of sexting thoroughly, fast. Our phone sex became epic. Fuck, I couldn't even hike in the hills without silently "talking" to her or thinking about her, hiking with a damn fucking hardon in the woods. Suck me! Her continual evolution of attire, from "smart" to "tart" had my erotic inclinations and Irish blood worked up like a.