.. sometimes my fingers serve the purpose, but I happened to think that I was so fucked up thinking about fucking, that I finished it as soon as I put...my hand on the pie, or she was patted on the armchair or the couch - she bore her unburdened as always, and every word her excited me."I was lying on the floor and inadvertently noticed her long black hair, which came out beneath the edges of her tight panties. There was a darker spot on their black cotton fabric. I knew it was a matter of sweat,. I couldn’t help smiling at her reaction. What else did she expect? “Yes,” I said, still smiling at her, “I did enjoy it, it made my own even more enjoyable.” The look of shock on Hazel’s face was quickly replaced a look of almost disbelief. “So you you were doing while I was?” she said, “you were playing with your ... erm ... thing, while I was ... errr, you know?” “Yes Hazel, I was masturbating listening to you masturbate. Is that so strange?” Now it was Hazel’s turn to smile. “Yes Mike,” she. We finally go our separate ways but not before exchanging numbers with promises of staying in touch this time. I return home that evening checked my voicemail only to hear that Amore has already called me. Wow, she must really miss a bitch, I think to myself. But truth be told, I miss her too. Her message left instructions for me to call her as soon as I got it. So that’s what I did. She tells me how good it was to see me again. She tells me how great I looked and how she can’t wait to see me. " Things change," Dave said, not really wanting to turn back to the mess purporting to be a sports story -- the baseball team's outlook for the season, which was no better than the story itself. "And in fact, they change on you in ways you never expected. Just ask me, I know." Yeah, no foolin'," Lloyd smiled. "You just never know, do you? Things are changing for all of us in ways we never expected. You hear any more about where you're going to be living next year?" Same old, same old," Dave.