’ It was a statement. There was a little defensiveness in his voice but no anger. ‘You are so good looking, I find it hard to believe that you do...’t.’ ‘Not many girls must feel that way. Believe it or not, I haven’t even had any real relationship before.’ His eyes didn’t betray anything. I smiled at him. ‘Lots of women would like to get their hooks into you. Take you home to mama and make beautiful grandchildren for their mothers. Believe ME they all talk about you at the water fountain.’ My. " Tina answered as they walked across the hall and through another glass door. They stood in a small waiting room. There were only three women seated in the soft leather chairs looking at magazines. John could see nothing of what lay behind the closed door. There had been no sign on the glass door they had passed through, unlike the other doors they had entered. In the company of these women he didn't want to sound foolish by asking Tina what they were here for. They waited for almost twenty. If I feel sorry? Yes, I am sorry and yes I value my friendship with Georgia more than a day of great sex"."Am I supposed to tell Georgia all that?" He was being ironic trying to piss her off, trying to evoke some kind of emotion from her, any kind of emotion."No. I told you before. What you do with her is your business. I don't want to be a part of it". She was ready to leave now and was standing closer to the door."What do you want Angela? Do you want me to stop you?" Is that what you think?. Alice now simply shrieked in her shame and distress, jerking herself convulsively backwards and twisting herself frenziedly. As she was forced to stand on both legs in order to maintain her balance, her cunt was absolutely defenceless, and my eager fingers roved all over it, touching, pressing, tickling, pulling her hairs at their sweet will. Then I began to attack her virgin orifice and tickle her slit, passing my forefinger lightly up and down it, all the time watching her intently in the.