"Hey, Dance King!" Christine Arsenault greeted Warren in the lobby of the hotel. Sophia was off chatting with Jack Garrison and his wife. "How's it ha...ging, Warren?" Fine as always, Chris. You ready to renew the battle with your arch-nemesis Liz Cushman again?" Of course. And you and Sophia are ready to go after Nicholas and Coleman?" You betcha." So, Warren. What happened? Really." Sophia and I broke up, in late September. She broke up with me, actually. It was a huge mistake, it's been. Plus, I heard girls like to have their bumps licked on. If you teach me what to do, I can try to do that for you too. That is if you want to do that with me. We have to hurry, though, so they don’t catch us.”“I won’t bleed at all if you put your pecker inside me. I don’t have a hymen anymore. My vagina is just small. I can get two fingers inside me easily. They are bigger around than pecker. Even though I feel ready right now, why don’t we try the other stuff you said first, to be sure,” she. I went to my bathroom and lubed my finger, working it slowly in and out of my special brown starfish. I squirted more lube on the ping-pong balls and gently shoved the first, then the second one up my anal canal as far as my fingers could push. It felt really good and my ass easily ate them. I thought they were in nice and deep. I got into the car and drove through Starbucks for my fav double espresso iced mocha frappe. I was thirstier than I realized and basically drank the entire thing on my. I was talking to a somewhat shy guy while standing at our hotel bar for 20 minutes waiting for J to get dressed. When J finally arrived in her low cut little black dress he gave yes/no answers to her attempts to talk for a good 15 minutes. We both tried to make him feel comfortable. My job, it turned out, was to keep him in beer and her in wine. After a couple more beers he had started smiling and talking to her. His eyes enjoyed her cleavage too. He kept saying how shy he has been his whole.