"Chris!! It's Stacy on the phone." I will take it in my room, Mom, Thanks."I went to my room and picked the cordless up off of my dresser andplopped ...own with it on my bed."Hey Chrissy, how is it going this morning?" Umm...considering what you made me do last night, much better now."She paused, "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Donnie,the guy that helped me last night, fixed my tires. My car is good to go.I want to make things up to you a bit. I said I would... how would. “You tell me right now what happened!” She said angrily. I had no choice. I explained all that happened to her. Her face turned red in anger. I had never not seen her “That bitch! How dare she do this to my daughter! I’m gonna kill her,” she said. I calmed her down and explained that it wasn’t completely her fault and that I enjoyed it to some extent.“Baby, look at you. You must be in so much pain,” she said. She got up and went out of the room. She came back a few minutes later with some ice. Six-thirty. Strictly cola for all of us.”“Fine, fine.”She smiled, “It’s a date.”I smiled sadly, “No, it’s a meeting.”Her eyebrows rose again and she walked out.~~~At six-thirty sharp, they sat down across from me in the booth and I ordered for us. We chatted about nothing in particular until the colas arrived, and then I asked, “Are there rumors about me at work?”Belinda rolled her eyes and said, “Damn straight.”“You are too damn radical for the place,” Lindsey chuckled.“Huh?”Belinda smiled,. Deeper are his thrusts and explorations. A reciprocation of her adventurist streak finds his hands retreating beyond her soft hips, to cup her cheeks, then fingers begin to traverse the valley between. New sensations and ripples of pleasure arrive throughout her entire body, as she writhes and undulates under his mouth.She gasps and groans as a finger circles slowly around the outer edges of her starfish.A thousand nerve fibers collide with those already lit and glowing between her convulsing.