Again, I was hesitant. I turned around and spoke through the door.“What do you want?” I asked.“I just want to talk to you.” Came the answer t...rough the door. Once again, I hesitated. I thought to myself, what harm could possibly happen if she only wants to talk? Perhaps it is better if we clear the air, so to speak. I opened the door slightly. Laura immediately pushed her way in.“What are you doing?” I exclaimed, quite agitated.Laura put her arms around me and planted a rather sensuous. That's what it's about, right? Idecided to keep it. (The vocal tracks in this piece, by the way, are alljust taken from a sample library. It'd be nice if I had someone with agreat voice standing by to do live vocal parts for me, but that's notthe case... sigh.)When Rochelle listened to it, she remarked that not all of it wasexactly pretty and upbeat. There was a section that she described as"harsh". Well, yeah. It wasn't ALL fun, after all. There was pain, andthere was that long period where I. The skirt was just long enough to bend over, just short enough to advertise to the men I would have to... deal with. I never dress like that, but I was desperate, about to be repo'd or kicked out of my home.I looked at myself in the mirror one more time before leaving, angry for being so irresponsible, feeling nervous, and also disgusted with myself for what I was scheming up. How much dick would I have to suck today? How much nasty cum would I have to get in my mouth? My bills were piled up. I. Angie would respond with powerful, noisy moans that built to a shuddering orgasm. It was quick and passionate, as may be expected from two young lovers.It was Friday night and Peter and Angie were looking forward to the weekend after a long week working in the Replete Caf?. For once they both had the weekend off. After watching a movie on television with Minnie, the newly weds decided to head off to bed for a much needed sleep.?Off to bed, then?? Minnie fixed her engaging smile on both of them..