I slapped her ass hard, making her sob more. "Bitch you better get me wet, cuz I'm gonna fuck your ass till I cum." I then dropped my pants, releasing...my cock which seemed to be double its usual size. "Keep your legs straight and your face on the bed while I get my dick wet in your skank hole," I ordered her as I rammed my dick deep into her pussy. I started stroking slowly letting her natural lube get me wet, remembering the weekend I’d discovered masturbation and the resulting friction burn.. He arranged his bureau drawers just so. Now if anyone disturbed the contents he would be able to tell at once when he checked.Then Mark went to bed. He slept well and got up the next morning in a better mood than when he went to bed. He smelled his own sour body odor. "Woops, I didn't shower last night." In minutes he bathed and put on fresh clothes. He headed downstairs toward the front door."Where are you going Mark?" Claire Hunter asked. He ignored her and walked outside.She sat alone in her. I told her I was in Birmingham and I would be there in about three hours. I turned my phone off drove to my daughters. I had a good visit and got home Monday night late. I had three messages on my answering machine. They were all from Jane. The first she said, ‘ I tried to get you on your cell phone. You had it turned off. I got back to the motel at 1:15 and was told you had just checked out. Call me when you get this.’ The second one she said, ‘ Where are you? I had to take a bus home. I. ’ ‘Hi Mandy. The last thing either of us probably wanted today was to face the awkwardness of a blind date.’ ‘So true. I guess that’s the challenge we face in having caring, older sisters. We’re going to be happy, whether we want to or not.’ ‘Mandy, though our sisters brought us together, I’m not one to push anything on anyone against her wishes. You deserve the right to your choices, no matter what they may be. If you would like to correspond with me through email, or if you want something.