. that is so unlike me. At least, she’s doing a great job with our back-story we’ve developed.“What do you do, Pat ... in the clothed world?” ... asked, generating a chuckle around our table.“I’m a newspaper reporter, for a big San Diego newspaper. That gets so competitive, and drives you around the bend, that a few days a month here, helps me a great deal. You said something about a paper, where do you work?” Pat asked.“Just started there, actually,” I said leaning in, “I’ve been assigned to do. “You’re driving me insane,” Cassy cooed, lifting her ass even farther off the bed to offer hint the meal between her legs. “Please, Nathan. kiss my cunt. I’li die if you don’t. PleaseT’“More, lover, more!” she cried, squirming and rolling her hips to butter his mouth with the juices seeping from her cunt.Then she reached down with both hands, swept aside the cunt-hairs and parted the moist, pink labes for him with her fingers, so excited. Hey! Glad you could make it. Can I get you anything? He asks, and I shake my head, holding up my drink. He nods and then looks at my camera. Oh fuck yeah, can I see the pics? Yeah, one sec, I say, turning on the camera. He moves a little closer, his side pressing against me. I cant help but blush at his warmth. I go through the pictures, and he excitedly points at one of him from a high angle. I like that one. Can you send me that later? He asks, his lips near my ear, and my heart skips as I. " Do you have a tape recorder?" Yes but I've never used it to record anything," Priscilla said."I'm coming over. We'll set it up," I said, hanging up before she could say anything. If I had not stopped to put on running shoes I would have missed the phone call from Greg Dustin."Sammy, are you and Gina going to the party tonight? I was hoping we could spend some time finishing the interview," Greg said. I told him that I was unaware of a party; Gina had not mentioned it to me."It's being held at.