People chatted while in line, waiting for their chance to get Misty Compton’s autograph on the picture KDEF had provided free of charge to so many p...ople. There would be another thousand listeners to KDEF in the weeks to come. Such a little thing, combined with the singer’s willingness to stay and sign her name over and over again, when she was clearly exhausted, meant a lot to people.No one wanted to go out that night. Everybody was tired. Two of Lucy’s fingertips were actually bleeding where. Just as I was walking out, Angela came walking up. She looked so fucking hot in her short cut-off jeans and a half-shirt. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Damn, she is so fucking sexy,” I thought. When she got to where I was, she wasted no time. “What time is your wife going to be home?” “She will probably be home around seven. Why?” Angela got straight to the point, “I can’t get the other afternoon out of my head. I really want to fuck you again.” Then she moved toward me and we. Holding still yet keeping pressure against her he waited. He could feel the walls of her pussy oozing lubrication slipping down the shaft of his cock.She bucked against him, mistakenly thinking that his stillness was a sign of his indecision or maybe weakness. Not recognizing it for what it was, a small mercy, she reared her head back, vainly hoping to break his grip.He brutally pushed down on her back slamming her torso hard onto the table. Keeping all his weight on the center of her back,. I didn’t know how to react at all, and in that one moment, she utterly destroyed me.A few days later I called Teresa, who had read my letter. She was pissed.“I can’t believe you did this,” she spat over the phone. “After I told you about Rob and everything.”I wondered briefly how she could have missed the obvious clues a second time. Maybe it was because she had known me longer. Or that I was a better actor. Or that she was obtuse.I took the abuse. She promised to rat me out to the rest of the.