But this bimbo was certainly the fawning type, and, to Laurel's horror, it seemed to be working. She saw Ryan--her boyfriend!--put her arm around this...girl and lead her off from the main party, towards a room in the back! With her here? She couldn't believe it! She knew this day was coming, but with her sitting there? She wanted to cry.Lisa, her friend, saw it all. "What is he doing?" Replacing me, isn't that obvious?" Nothing's obvious, you can't make assumptions," Lisa said. "Go follow. Millicent (she prefers the diminutive Milly, but Millicent is so much more interesting, don’t you think) is completely innocent, even though she felt guilty pointing me out to the FBI. I had given her my number of my cell phone and she called me to apologize for betraying me. I told her she would have been worse off for several reasons if she had not, but obviously she needed more comforting than that. She’s sweet.I know it’s even harder to trust a con man not seeing him talk, but just reading. "Hey! It can't be that bad. What have you got?" Her hand petted the back of his neck once and then rested on his shoulder.Jim looked up at her. "It's bad Cindy. There's a lot of intelligence built into this system, astronomical data tied in with the map info. For today's date, sunset at Pine Bluffs would be at 8:35 PM. I'm speaking Central Daylight time. Omaha would be at 8:03 PM." Oh..." Cindy frowned. "And we're right in the middle, aren't we? Which means we're right in the middle of. I pick up the bucket, filled with your cum, and pour it over your head. The hot warm rush of all your orgasms filling your mouth, coating your hair and body, sends me into a hot need to fuck you, so that we can both be sliding over each other, enmeshed in your cum, shifting my self around so I can probe that sweet pussy with my man meat.You can't take it anymore, your vision blurs, as you stand up, and promptly fall over on me, the bucket forgotten, the only thing that matters now, is to get my.