"Okay, girl," said Barocca. "Now you've got me good and hard, and slicker than a greased pig as well. Lay down on the carpet like a good little slut... I'm gonna fuck those over-sized melons of yours good now." Debbie eagerly assumed the position for Barocca. As Debbie pushed her boobs together and balanced them on her chest, it looked like she was trying to contain two flesh-colored bowling balls. "Holy shit, girl!" said Barocca as she got a good look at Debbie. "You got in line at least. Blaine helped me up and out we went behind the bar and he pulled out a very fat joint that we passed back and forth! I was so drunk and stoned! We went back into the bar and the band was playing a slow song. Blaine took me by the hand and led me to the little dance floor ,pulled me close and we started moving to the music.He wrapped his arm around my lower back and pulled me in real close so that I could feel him completely against me. My ears started ringing and I could feel the blood. I told you he’d been to the clinic and tried to woo me but he didn’t take no for an answer so that’s when the blackmail started. I’ll skip over the park and getting fucked by his friends and all that but I spent the weekend here and he just broke me down and made me admit that I finally wanted to feel love. And,’ she squeezed Karla’s hand, ‘he told me he loved me and I just melted. I broke down crying and slapping him and I was just broken inside. Isn’t it romantic? Then he beat the shit out of. Well, it can to some degree if you stick to some simple rules; never flash the wrong people like mothers with kids, single women in scary places and teenagers, and always make it seem like an accident, that you didn't mean for them to catch you. It's not like it's an accident that you were naked, or that your cock is out or that you're masturbating, but it is an accident that they walked in, or that they saw. So let me tell you about some of my experiences and I'll start with a common scenario.