What the fuck do you think there is too explain?”“I think you’re missing the point. When life hands you lemons,” she looked at me expectedly.�...�When life hands me lemons? I don’t make lemonade. I make life take those fucking lemons back and have them explain why the fuck they think I wanted these lemons in the first place! In fact, I demand to see life’s manager because I’m absolutely furious as to why life thinks I want these fucking lemons. What am I gonna do with these lemons huh? Fuck. There was at least one face she’d seen before, which now swam around in the turbulence of her pounding head. Yes, she had seen him at the market a couple of times as she picked up groceries. He’d asked her advice on which fruits to pick out, what wine went with what dinner, simple friendly conversation. He never even tried to hit on her. He was always so friendly…But then it wasn’t unusual for April to start talking with a complete stranger. It happened all the time. But yes, she was almost. That's when he fucked me again baby. My cunt still has some of his cum. Please stir it up for me baby."I looked down at Darlene's cunt. Her forefingers were holding her lips wide apart. I could see the traces of jizz inside of her. I knelt on the bed and slowly slipped my prick into her. I slid into the most slippery cunt I had ever fucked. When I pulled up after bottoming out in her, I grinned at all the white cum coating my shaft. Darlene put her hand on my shaft, jacking it with the. ” Janice said.“Hey, you two!” Barbara said, coming over. She had her hair up in pigtails and too much white makeup on her face. She had on the red and black pants but she was still wearing her bathrobe. “You’re not getting dressed up? He’s coming.”“I need help with the boots and pants,” Janice said.“I wanted to finish the decorations,” Elizabeth said. “Besides, I wasn’t planning anything as elaborate as yours, Barbie.”“Well, I’ll be in Janice’s room,” Barbara said. “You want me to come up and.