I gave them no details, but I think most had at least a vague idea about why Rachel and I had split up. I had to promise to give them my new address a... soon as I had it.Finally, the calls abated and I could continue to begin my new life and to leave the old shit behind. Easier said than done; my thoughts returned to Rachel all the time, to the good times we’ve had. And to that awful weekend.After two months in San Francisco, on a Friday evening, my doorbell rang. I reluctantly opened the door,. In fact he had put the entire thing into the back her throat. He just kept on feeding it to her, he never took it out of her throat but just kept on fucking her face as if it was TJ’s ass. Then Garrett pushed Chelsea’s nose against his pubic hairs and held her there. He bounced his cock in the back of her throat and began grunting. “You little fucking whore. Fuck I’m gonna cum!” He pulled his cock from her throat and started releasing his sperm into her mouth. When he had filled her mouth she. “Did you bring my phone?” She asked in a stern voice.“Yeah, here it is.” Mallory smiled as she reached inside her bag. She retrieved the phone, then with a flick of her dainty wrist sent the phone spinning past its owner and crashing on the floor.“What the fuck!” Daphne squawked and whipped around in a blonde twister. She crumpled to the floor and manically tapped on the screen. “I swear to god, Mallory if you broke my phone--”“Threaten me again, Daphne.” Mallory hovered over her, slinging her. Shoes with high heels, black thong panties, matching bra, some nylon stockings, maybe even some garter belt. Short, tight skirt and blouse or corset, to wrap her body up.She would have to wear full make up, lipstick, mascara.. not because she is not pretty without it, but because I love seeing ruined make-up from all the sucking, choking, gagging and spitting on her pretty face.I don’t know where would we meet, if it would be private hotel room, car, someone’s apartment, or some club, pub,.