She’d used that tone herself when fighting with her boyfriend at a restaurant just days prior, on the day when he’d dumped her, out of the blue, a...d for no reason. Surrounded by other diners, she’d used that tone, trying to hide the hurt and pleading in her words, the sense of loss, and of failure. ‘I’m not sure this is the best place for this conversation,’ she’d said. ‘I hear what you’re saying but I hope there’s room to talk about it.’ But there had been no room. It was a final humiliation. “Wow...you smell so lovely! And what a pretty little maid you are! Costume party you going to?”I smiled awkwardly at him. “Thanks. But these are my work clothes, and it was very expensive!” and walked over to the BMW. He walked right after. Why couldn't I just tell him who I was? I was not prepared for this.“Oh, you like BMW? Me too! Know what? I'm actually waiting for my son to tell him that I already bought this! Then maybe you can get a ride on the back of my motorcycle?”Then I got another. ...That night, with our parents' permission, we sat together with a laptopwaiting to hear if Gabbi had won or not. I had mixed feelings aboutthis contest, and it must have shown, because Gabbi asked, "You worriedabout me?" Yeh. On the one hand, I could tell how much you want this. But Iwonder if you've really thought it through. I'm assuming you want to beGabbi for the trip, but you'd have had to enter as Gavin. You ready fora bunch of strangers to know they are one and the same?" I guess I. " After a few seconds, she had another request: "Both at the same time now, and hard and deep." We had no intention of stopping, because what we were doing was fantastic for Sam and me, and we didn't care if Betsy wanted our cocks in her at the same time or taking turns, as we had been doing. His entire shaft was buried in her pussy and the head of mine was just inside the muscles at the entrance to her rear pleasure hole. Knowing she would be even tighter with her pussy crammed so full, I.