I strained to think. Something simple. Something easy. Something that there’s no way I could have forgotten it.My name… is……...Shit.That was n...t a fun thing to forget. I immediately started thinking back to my friends and family, hunting for sentences in my memory in which they called my name, but I soon discovered I didn’t know their names either. Nothing. Even their faces were a bit blurry. I wanted to be scared, but all I could muster was light concern. I couldn’t even be angry about not. Finally Bob, cock hard as it would ever be, slapped Candy hard across the face. "Stop fuckin moving so much," he growled. He was so hot for her. He knew she was hot for him too. Bob didn't want to wait for Candy to undress. He reached under Candy's skirt and yanked her cotton panties right off her body, they tore easily and he threw them on the floor. Bob was pleased that Candy was more compliant, he pushed her legs up again, exposing her tight wet flower. Bob grabbed his cock and parted her. Both women had their hair tied back in a sophisticated style, accenting the exquisite bone structure of their faces. It was quite easy to see where Andrea had obtained her beauty. Cynthia Mountford looked younger than her thirty-four years and had often been mistaken for Andrea?s sister rather than her mother. Her make-up had been immaculately applied adding to her innate beauty.Sheila was similarly made-up. Her glasses added to the severity of her business suit, giving her a studious and. He wondered who John was that could invoke such respect in her."Yes, I know where he is. He's here with me."He turned from the refrigerator with the bottle of milk. He looked at her with an expression intending to find out who was on the phone. She said, "Okay, I'll get him for you."She covered the phone and said, "It's John Carter. He wants to talk to you."Taking the phone from her, he looked blankly in her direction. He had no clue why John Carter would be calling him. He spoke into the.