“Ah, yes!” says Reyna as she twirls and gracefully falls onto the couch. The motion is so youthful and feminine it almost makes me forget I’m de...ling with a complete psychopath. Almost. “You didn’t break the rules. But you abandoned the game, and that is a form of cheating to me.”“You were ruining my life,” I say. I feel the panic leave my system, and the fire in my belly builds as I think of Jace, Carl, and Maria.“Those were chess pieces in our little game,” says Reyna. “Nothing personal.”“My. I was so excited that I masturbated three times this morning while sexting with Mary. She sent me several naughty photos including one with a young woman eating out her cunt. "just a slut that I share /w mark *-)," she had texted. The photo left me a horny, jealous mess. I hated the woman and envied her all at the same time.I couldn't wait for my mouth to be eating Mary's twat out. That was why I was wearing my shortest skirt, a deep blue, and a crop top half-shirt underneath my blue blazer,. . gosh!” he exclaimed, again acting like a sixteen-year-old.Edna pumped her sucking mouth more rapidly on his dong, not wishing to prolongthe act. He writhed excitedly and began bouncing on the car-seat.Edna’s head bumped the steering wheel, but she kept going. She sucked his cock asheatedly as she could and was not surprised that in less than ten seconds his firmtube quivered between her lips.“AAAWWWGH!” he rasped pleasurably, and his spasming glans jetted man-creamalong her tongue and into. After their somewhat formal introduction, he started to give the driver directions, but upon hearing Jessica’s stomach growl, he stopped, laughed and asked if she had eaten today. Retracing her shopping spree, she realized she hadn’t eaten since breakfast and told him so, he then gave the driver directions to a small café that Jessica had recently read about in The New Yorker. ‘I haven’t eaten either.’ Gene said. ‘Would you mind joining me in a little bite to eat?’ If you knew Jessica, you knew.