. Dear god ... on the last six pages was a hand written letter from the girls. I read; 'Our most dearest Sam', then I stopped reading and closed the b...ok.Katherine, who had been watching asked, "Is that a note left by your wives?" Yes," I answered my voice catching in my throat. I swallowed. "I'm not trying to keep you from reading it Katherine. I just don't want to read it here in the car." I know this little place called the Bistro Provence over on Pass Avenue right here in Burbank with some. Her predicament solves itself. One of the boys throws the football a little too hard and high and it sails over the privacy fence into her yard.“Problem solved,” she says, grinning mischievously. She darts from her room and down the hall to the front door.Unless the boys are shy, they should be knocking at the door any minute. Jasmine isn’t disappointed. About two minutes after she began waiting behind the door, a knock raps on it. She waits a few seconds before opening it. She doesn’t want to. " I push the gun harder into your side to make sure you get the point."Walk with me." I say.At this point the crowd erupts! The local team just scored. Everyone is shouting and banging their mugs together. Cheering, everyone is too busy to notice me guide you to the back of the bar. We exit by the backdoor into a dirty dark alley. I push you further back, away from the door and streets.I grab a duffel bag hidden behind some garbage bags. I open it up and pull out an old rag. I tell you to put. I make sure to keep my left hand in time with my hand in my sex. I start to rub my clit, making me whimper. The feeling of my swollen clit getting some skin on skin contact has me a whimpering mess. Masturbation is so much better when you make noise. I rub slowly at first, wanting to take my time as I have the whole night to myself. I slowly start to go faster, making jolts of pleasure make their way up my body. My moans get louder with the more jolts making their way up my body. I take my.