"Since we were 10." Was she always so-" I started but paused."I don't know what she has against you," she said. "She's not like thatto me. Yeah she's ...ossy at cheer practice. But, you both are not thevillains you think each other are." Oh," I said. "Have you told her that too?" Yes. In fact I have. I stuck my neck out for you and it got ripped off." Oh. Well, I appreciate you standing up for me. Is there maybe a homeissue or something." She's a private person. Even I don't know what's going on. Gliding in and out of her was almost effortless, she was super slippery inside, I just moved back and forth. The bed started quaking as Robin began humping and groaning, "UHHN, oh, Renee, oh, right there, oh, OH, OH, OOOH, mmm, mmm." I started going a little faster as Renee was now twirling her butt around just adding to the wonderful feel of her pussy as I probed her in and out. Her head was still down between Robin's legs, I expected she was just licking her softly until I got her off. Her. Sonya and I used to fish for flounder, cod and "stripers" (saltwater striped bass) in the Atlantic (when I was working in New Jersey). These fish seemed similar. Now that she remembered who she was, I would make a point of including Sonya in future fishing parties. After all, she was equal to me with a rod and I'm also sure she would love to avail herself of the bar on the yacht.That night we had a huge seafood feast. As several of my group did not care for seafood, we also cooked some bison. Betty's manure! She wouldn't let herself think of any words more commonly used to describe the organic stuff that had made those dark streaks on Paul's limp cock.It was all she could do to keep from gagging. She stopped short, and raised her head."Would you please let me wash you off, first?" she asked."That's exactly what I thought you were going to do," he replied."I mean with soap and water," she persisted."I like it much better with just your tongue. Now get with it, broad, or I'll forget.