People who loved the Last Chance Diner did so in large part because it never changed. They could depend on old-fashioned ambiance and sensible meals. ...he patrons on that last night were the same patrons who filled it every other night.“I thought it might be the end of the world coming,” proclaimed the cook, noticing the flashing numerals and inadvertently starting another rousing debate about the history of the Last Chance.“You know that 2012 nonsense.” That drew a laugh and some unkind. An abortion if you must call it scientifically. "I'll let your body calm down for a minute"I said"And then you'll get your tattoo." I don't want no fucking tattoo!"Mia screamed." Don't worry. It should only hurt a little unless you have no pain tolerance"I said."Mia's breathing got much heavier now. That just turned me on even more. I grabbed her neck and whispered in her ear: "The way your struggling just turns me on."She froze. Obviously, saying that just freaked her out. Now it was time to. A big gob of Jesse’s cum was leaking out of me and was leaving a long string of jizz from my cunt to the floor! I squeezed my pussy muscles and squirted out another big gob which splashed onto the floor…..missing my sock by about an inch! Jesse and I both started laughing as I looked for something to wipe our mess up with. “Just leave it Mary…..it’ll be a special surprise for whatever player comes in here tonight to get taped up!” Jesse laughed. “Yeah, sure Jesse! I am pretty sure some. Staring defiantly at the boys, she once again hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties, but this time instead of halting at mid-thigh Angie swept the garments all the way down and off. With a look of confidence that reflected none of her inner nervousness, Angie stood facing the boys, her feet planted firmly apart and her hands on her hips, the magic of young naked body on total display. The boys were still a few years away from com- pletely understanding the multiple.