I don't know if it'll be important, but there's information at city hall that I can't get to without a login."Cassie had not wanted to confront a mora... dilemma like this when she was so tired. She felt some of Heather's frustration mingling with her own feelings. "Heather, are you sure you want to do something like this?" Why the hell not?" Heather snapped. "Jason did it all the time." Yeah, but he's Jason," Ned said. "The uber internet ninja. Ya may not have the same jujitsu he's got." Can you. I should probably start with a few introductions. My name isn't Maria, but we'll go with that for now. I'm about average height for a Hispanic woman making me shorter than most the white girls I grew up with, with slightly broader hips than I'd like, and smaller breasts than I'd wish for. Though I'm not stacked by any means, I'm not flat, and catch men staring at them frequently enough. My skin is kind of caramel colored, and I'm somewhat proud of how silky smooth it is. I kept my black hair. That was years ago and things were different, slightly. As she was running she was making eyes in the mirror with a guy behind her. Chad worked and travelled a lot. While those early days still turned Sara on, she knew but didn’t have the energy to prove that Chad enjoyed many a stairwell romp with many young women since then. Chad began to pull away when the excitement wore off and especially since they had children. She had to admit that despite the fact that Chad was no longer warm with her. She took her time, struggling, and I didnt want to force her already so I waited. Eventually she stood erect and leaned her back on my chest and I tightened my arms around her, hugging her just beneath her beautiful breasts. She was terrified. Slept well? I asked. N-no… She answered with her soft voice failing and a little hoarse from all the screaming of yesterday. Being honest. Thats good. Are your little pussy sore? She gasped and tilted her head, probably in shame, Yes, i-it is. She was.