She explained our side trip and that she may not get to Janice's place until after she got off work. They talked for several minutes about their plans...for the evening.I'm friends with Tom Clark, the owner of the racetrack, so I called him while Pam and Janice were talking."Hey Tom. Pam Brown parked in my backyard today along with three cars of paparazzi. I called the cops on the paparazzi but I'm letting Pam off the hook." Are you shitting me Jack?" No really, she's sitting here in my living. Then I make my way under the hood and stroke the muscle like clitoris,stroking and stimulating stroking and stimulating,what keeps happening the taste makes suck and slirps harder,my queen and twirls uncontrollable,make me fucking cum my Darklover: muching and gently crunching. Yes no's and stops,not until you fucking pop. I shake up her vaginal meat. Then I feel a rupture cumming as I pressed more and more for it,The love and hate look on her face told me I enter a point of no return and this. We embrace for what seems to be hours, neither one willing to let the other go. I finally pull away and tell you to come inside.You are even taller than I thought you would be, and in great shape. Your workouts have definitely been kind to you, as I notice your flat stomach, and your firm body in general. I cant wait to see you underneath your clothes, but decide to make this last as long as I can, savoring every moment.You kiss me and tell me how great it is to finally see me in the flesh. You. " "Thanks for the welcomes. I don't think so, Barb. If so, they would have friction burns on their uglies. I agree with Margo." "Maybe they're mostly men." "Probably, Beth. She didn't have many women among her friends, but she got a few positive comments from women and at least one woman is following her." "What's that mean, Liz? Is that like following on Twitter?" "Well I assume it means they get email notice when she writes a new story. Can you check on that, Claire?" "I can already confirm.