He was a football player and I was, well,I didn't do anything. I wasn't a loser, popular, a burnout, or anythingreally. I was just, well, there. I had...friends, went to all my classesif I wasn't sick, and did normal kid stuff, but I never got involved inafter school activities or anything else for that matter. Thomas and Iwere randomly selected as roommates in college, and I guess that's whenyou could officially say we became friends. He wasn't playing sportsanymore, and let his hair grow out. Men and their porn. I figured what the heck and left it on the channel, just as the man penetrated the fake-titted blonde. He was pounding her hard and squeezing her silicone breasts so hard they could have burst inside her, but I have to admit, I was getting really turned on. I shed my work blouse and skirt and slipped my hand inside my panties and fingered myself to the rhythm the girl on tv was getting fucked. It felt good, but not as good as a live cock would feel stretching out my pussy. I. "I was sweating again. The room narrowed and spun like a kaleidoscope."Now you know just a little of what I went through for the past three weeks - day after day of imagining you with her, how you kissed her - night after night of wondering whether she was a better lover, and what it was that she did for you that I couldn't - weeks of torturing myself with images of the two of you together in bed in some cheap motel, and what you said to her while you fucked her. Did you tell her you loved her,. "Looks like they'll be closing up early," the Prime commented as they exited their vehicle.Fred and his group had parked beside them. Having heard Jeff's comment, Carla responded. "Weekend or not, farmers and ranchers have to get up early."Jeff hesitated for a second as Lieutenant Mayfield told him via the radio that they had cleared the haunted house.Diana came around the vehicle, put an arm around her husband, "We go to bed early, too," she said with a little chuckle. "He has fourteen wives.