I sensed the change, and as the talk about his girlfriend came up, I asked him just why he ran his car through my flower bed. “I was pissed off at m... bitch of a girlfriend. She didn’t feel like putting out that night, and it had been like two days since she let me fuck her. I was so fuckin’ horny, and the bitch wouldn’t even give me a blow job.” I was rather surprised and both aroused by his brutal honesty about his relationship with his girlfriend. “Yeah, she was being a total cunt. I felt. Not only I had my Alissa, now I had her feisty and responsive young friend to use too, in any way I wanted.Before bed, I sat with my laptop and watched most of the footage I had on Ashley. I made a cut that consisted of the first part, where I stood while choking her with one arm and I abused her pussy with my fingers while she struggled. I intended to show this to Alissa. That would be enough to show her how the night went on: her ex-best friend in agony, trying to scream, and being choked. ”Jake frowned, “See, that’s where you girls have it easy. You can say things like that and have no problem finding a guy who wants the same thing. But, us guys, man, every chick I meet wants a ring on her finger by the end of two months and that’s before we even sleep together.”“Oh, no, do not complain to me about not getting action, Jake. I know you better than you know yourself. Girls always flock to you when we go out and I’ve heard from more than one, that you have no problem keeping them. "Peter sees the ambulance," Cynthia announced, leaning forward as she shared in his excitement. "He's going to try passing it and then slam on his brakes, causing them to veer off to avoid a collision. If he plans it right, they'll have to pull to a stop, and while they're checking whether everything is OK he'll take off, hoping they won't think to record his license number. If they do, he could always claim it was a simple teenage prank," she suggested, again holding the phone away from her.