Doris nearly speared her own cheek with her fork, the momentary shock making her miss her mouth completely. ‘Bullshit,’ Doris said with a confiden..., exasperated sigh. Something clicked, something was making sense in a whole line of things that just didn’t fit together. Her house was clean, the windows were opened, but for months the house has been locked from the inside, and with some damn good locks. This ‘Genie’ got in some how, and aside from wearing a Southmoore Community College shirt and. They walked up to the front door and saw a sign that said closed. "What the fuck? It says they open at 11, it's 11:50. Fucking stoners, I swear..." Christine fumed. "Maybe they just forgot to open? Let's go walk on the beach and check later." "Fuck that, I'm not leaving until we get a bong Maria." Maria tried the door but it was locked. Christine, frustrated, knocked loudly on the glass door but with no luck. The girls were about to give up when Maria pulled her phone out and dialed the number. It seemed I was a moth and she was attracting me to her flame. It was consuming me. She caused my hormones to boil–not only was I in love, I lusted after her. I recalled our first double date with Bill and Kathy and now understood why they acted as they did. When I was working in the orchard with Dad, or mowing the lawn, or running errands for Mom, or just sitting around doing nothing, I replayed our sex scenes in my mind, over and over and over. If Mom or Dad talked to me, I’d be in a. Y.Laura felt warm fuck nectars flowing into her pussy, embarrassingly, as she read it on her computer screen. Worse, April was in her office at the time. Hurriedly, she deleted it. Later, when she ran into Yvette in the hallway--stunning, as usual: long, spectacular legs, tailored burnt-orange business suit, tiny waist, long black hair--she lectured her sternly."You should never send anything like that through your email."Yvette smiled mischievously. "Were you afraid your little slave girl.