Now held between them, they both came deep into her, hot streams filling her from both sides at once.Unbeknownst to her, as part of Rule 23, CG Barber... would own her too. Seeing her take both of them so well gave Murph hope it could work. 'It had to work', he thought. He was never going to allow her to be taken down to the Cabins.Smyth smiled sitting up from the table. "You're perfect baby," he said caressing her face. As Joe pulled out of her, she felt her knees buckle. Tingles ran through her. You can’t slip down the slope of alcoholism or drug use. If you hand out blow jobs and sex as often as Courtney tells me you do, men are going to see you as nothing but that and you’re going to crash and burn.”My jaw dropped. Not only had Courtney told her mom about my dalliances but I was now getting a sermon from someone I barely knew. June must have sensed that.“Look, Courtney and I are like sisters. I had her when I was twenty-two years old. We talk about everything. EVERYTHING. I’m. I went over to say Hi and started using my corniest chat up lines. I am amazed how girls fall for them! "Hi Gorgeous, can I buy you a drink?" She smiled, not believing her luck when she turned and saw me, a six foot, blond haired, blue eyed, hunk of a man! Her friends looked suprised at the interest I was showing in her.I bought her a drink, a triple measure, I needed to get her drunk, very, very drunk! Over at the bar I complemented her, telling her how gorgeous she was, how much I loved her. She was far too independent to be some object of lust for a man to find his pleasure in.She would always find solace in her art after her unnerving dreams. Her advocation was pottery and sculpting, her vocation was a sales rep. She went into her studio and began carving into a block of clay. It always amazed her, empowered her that she could create beauty from some mundane lump, could transform it ugly and plain into something magnificent with her own hands. She worked almost mindlessly that.