I don’t know why I couldn’t stay mad at him. ‘Get your ass over on the couch and lay down. And no throwing up on my carpet.’ ‘Scouts honor,�...� he said slumping onto my sofa. ‘Phfft!’ I dismissed his comment. I doubt he was ever a scout- they probably kicked him out. We talked for a little while, after I locked up, about how his life sucks and how I’m the only one he can always count on- the kind of stuff you can always count on a drunk to opine about in the wee hours. I simply nodded and made. Are there any messages for me this morning?’ Linda grinned back and replied, ‘No, but you have an appointment this morning with a…’ She paused to flip casually through the appointment book on her desk. ‘Ah! The name is R. Cabrezi. The meeting is set for 11:00.’ Sabrina frowned, not recognizing the name. ‘And what does this R. Cabrezi want to discuss with me, exactly?’ Linda checked the book again before answering, ‘He wants to discuss the museum’s recent shipment of the Angel collection, Ms.. Now the slinky pink was exploring further and deeper as she ran her free hand first around her bum cheeks and then across her nipples standing erect, then back again. “Oh God God” she cried to herself “This is so ………..incredibly fucking delicious. Mmmmmm… Ohhhhh…..Oooohhhhh.” And as her breathing became more and more intense her thoughts helplessly unlocked that memory from a camping holiday in France in 1986 when she was just f******n: “Hold her arms girls!…..someone pull her panties. Thodi der aur maine dhakke mare ghach ghach ghach ghach ghach phir main jhad gaya. Maine apna lund bahar nikal liya aur sidha bathroom main chala gaya aur apne haath aur lund ko dhoya phir main wapas aayaa aur pooja se pucha kaise lagi chudayee wo boli pehle to bahut dard hua phir maza aane laga. To main us se chipak gaya aur use choomne laga aur maine kaha ki agar gaand main jyada dard ho kal garan haldi aur tel se apne gaand ki sikaai kar lena dard kam ho jayega. Itne main Kamini wahaan aa.