I’d taken it apart to examine the workings, put it back together, and discovered that the phone and I were members of a mutual hate society. I detes...ed trying to type anything on those idiot keys. In return it hated me enough to make sure everything I typed came out wrong.“We’re coming up to an intersection, so take the next left,” she said after a long while. We had passed several others already, but I trusted her to find us the shortest indirect route.Half of my attention was on the mirror,. ?" She artfully deflected their inquiries, reminding them of the name and nature of the room and playfully suggesting they draw their own conclusions. Still, if one was astute enough to read between the lines... Whenever she entered the chat room, people flocked to her. She reigned like a Queen on her throne. I was a little intimidated. I chatted mostly with my own online friends, interacting with her only in group conversations.One evening, out of the blue, she started chatting with me. Was I. .howlong? 17 years?" Miranda's big gazed away. Her blue eyes movedfrantically. Recalling all the fake stories that we all agents,approved. It was like her expression was enough to tell all thestories. "I can still remember his face, then. So stupid and helpless.Like a stray puppy dog," she laughed.It was an insane acting. Ron really pulled it out to the maximum. Sheknew that she was dealing with a girl who believed that she was no morethan Bruce and Miranda Goldman's only child. She wouldn't. Lisa-Ann then went and took Melanie upstairs and into the bathroom. She sat- the little girl on the toilet and started to prepare the bathtub for a shower. Melanie sat dazed on the closed toilet lid dripping excess cum from her pussy onto the seat’s fluffy cover.Melanie: “Mom? Am I a slut now?”Lisa-Ann: “Oh honey of course you aren’t! Why would you think that?”Melanie: “Because I can’t stop them from having sex with me. I can’t help it. Every time one of their penises are removed from between.