"Calm down! The slut is totally into it. If you don't want none, that's your business. You can just watch if that's your thing, but she invited us her... for a three way and OH FUCKIN' SHIT! OH GOD! OH GOD! YOU FUCKIN' BITCH!" Holy shit, Chet! She fuckin' maced you!" exclaimed the guy with his cock in Marissa's cooze who by elimination must have been Derek.Chet came at her, swatting blindly with his pants around his ankles. For all his trouble, he got a patent leather pump squarely between his. Her hair is off her neck, pinned in a spray at the crown of her head. The lump at the base of her cervical vertebrae stands revealed, enticingly. I approach from behind, unnoticed, or so I believe. Sinking to my knees, I purse my lips inches from her bottom. The elastic around the leg-holes caresses her buttocks; the blue cotton folds into the valley between. She hums softly, a phrase from the Symphonia Domestica.Regina accompanies her mother to Strip Bridge Night. I press for details the next. For a second, I was afraid he would back-out and leave. He didn’t. He said, “I’m a little nervous.” I answered back, “I know, so am I.” Brent was staring down and I could tell he was thinking and contemplating. He knew this was a very safe place for us.It took a few seconds, but then, without turning around, Brent reached in front of his pants and I could hear his zipper pulling down – just as we had planned through email. In a soft whisper, Brent said, “Okay, my zipper’s down.” This hot. "No one else. I just think you deserve someone who you don't spend two-thirds of your time fighting with, don't you?" I ask her."You are breaking up with me!" She stands up and starts to walk away but spins back around. "Fuck you! Brandon! Just fuck you! Nobody breaks up with me! I do the fucking breaking up!" She takes a deep breath, whirls around and looks like she's going to breathe fire, "I hope you're happy with whoever she is! We're through!" she screams as she storms out the door.Fuck! I.