Just then I hear a second voice. Panic grips me, I must have missed the entrance door opening. "Such a sweet pussy," the new voice whispers, "and so w...t. Is she your girlfriend?" Oh god, I want to die even more now, I want to disappear into thin air, anything, but I want away from here fast.My eyes stare straight ahead at the magazines while my mind frenetically tries to come up with a way out."No, or at least not yet. But I like the little slut, even if I tend to prefer them a bit younger." I. I laughed to myself because she had never had had complaints before. Anyway, the reason I'm writing this e-mail to you is because, after careful enquiries, I found out that I may have been her first but definitely not her last lover. Since I had ended our relationship she had started cavorting around with a bunch of guys, about 6 in all. She has had sex with 5 of them so far, but the last one has apparently not worked his way into her panties as yet. They're bragging about how much horns dem. "Mmm, I will," she moaned. "Yeeeaah, come for me Samantha." Samantha moaned louder and rode him as fast as she could. She continuously fingered her clit. She wanted to come and could feel herself about to. "Fuck, Trent I'm gonna' come!" "Yeah, come for me. Come on my dick, baby. Oooh fuck," he said and sighed. Trent pulled Samantha's hair out of her face and stared as she began to come. Her eyes were pressed closed and her mouth lay open. "Oooh god. Mmmmmm. Yes! Yes, yes, yes!! Trent, I'm. I was still puttering around with plans for the next day when there came a light knock on the door. I called, "Come in" but was still surprised to see Miz Thompson come in, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders against the cool night air. I jumped up but she bade me sit back on the mattress so I did.For a few minutes she stood just inside the door staring at me, a musing sort of look on her face. It made me a bit uncomfortable. "Can I help you with anything, Miz Thompson?"Finally she walked over.