. it was beautiful! Had she ever known anything to compare? Who was this man making love to her... the devil, himself? And then, his finger was slippi...g smoothly in and out of her rapidly dilating passage, and a wave of new exciting sensations rippled over her flesh.Oh... ohhhhh! I'm lost... my God! His finger is like a soothing balm inside my cunt... and I've needed it so bad and for so long... I'm a bitch! That's what I am! Nothing but a slut-whore... but I don't care... I don't! Forgive me,. Soon, clutching my fake newspaper full of hot crispy scampi and feeling a little lost, I’m threading my way through the crowds of meandering day-trippers. Coloured lights blink and fluorescent tubes flicker in time to a babble of electronic and human dissonance. An engine rumbles and spits close behind me. I turn to watch a peppermint green Escort cruise slowly by. Loud, low slung, with huge arches and gleaming wheels, it oozes menace … A blast of Wilko Johnston from the stereo turns the heads. Chloe is a smoker, and I’m not used to this yet.” I said. “Just give us a moment or two to catch our breath, Miss Track and Field.” I added.“Wait, I was in track?” Meagan asked.“Yeah. You were proud of it too.” I said as a familiar car pulled up.When it stopped Danielle stepped out, wearing a white t-shirt and some jean shorts. Her shirt was tight enough that you could see her baby bump, and she was smiling like she didn’t have a care in the world.“Hey future boy, you ready to go?” She called. To her dismay, it said 1:47. There was plenty of time to get more rest before her alarm went off, but the last thing she wanted to do now was sleep.She lied back down, turned on her side and exhaled.After a night of restlessness followed by a day of trying not to nod off in class, Sophia found herself quite happy to finally be home. After a quick check for any e-mail messages, she would hop in bed for a quick nap before indulging in any activities that the evening may hold. Fortunately for her,.