She picked up the call and asked what happened. I said “Nothing, I just felt like talking”. She reminded me that it was already midnight. I said I...knew. Her voice at that time was very sexy. I was getting sensations in my body.She suggested me to talk to my girlfriend and not her. To which I replied that I did not have any. She smiled and said “Oh that is why you are calling me”. I smiled and said “may be”. “What do you want” She asked. I was not expecting this question from her and was. “I didn’t know how you took it but I told them to leave room for cream.”“I don’t like coffee, Mr. McDarment," Dee told him flatly.Patrick smiled, “Yes you do. I saw you drinking it on your break the other night and its Patrick..” "Thought you said you were not spying on me that night? And speaking of spying, or we just call it stalking where I come from, how did you get my cell number and know I worked at Hooters, Mr. McDarment?” Dee emphasized his name. Patrick sighed, "Are we going to. He was cut deep, and his pecs and abs were like granite. I grab my dick at the base, and squeeze it hard. Then taking the palm of my right hand, rub it across my piss slit, making the juice ooz out even more. Finally Mark stood up, and shucked out of his jeans and boxers as well. I was startled when I saw him standing there, totally jock naked. It was more than I even imagined. He had a thick patch of hair between his pecs, and a super thick happy trail leading down to an explosive bush. It. ."look at her, faggot!" ...it took me a second to realize he was talking to me. "Look at her. Look at her face!" I looked down at her still seeing her makeup a mess, her hair all wild and then I saw her eyes get wide as he started to shove his cock in her. She squinted almost as if in pain and as I watched him starting to work behind her she started with this low whimper that quickly and almost violently escalated into a louder and louder scream as he got in her deeper and deeper. Her face was.