But even with market foreknowledge, that was a risky business.Who was important in the stock market? I was lucky to remember who was elected president... Each morning when I read the newspaper I was filled with a sense of remembering a little detail or something that came next in a sequence of events. But never far enough in the future to make a difference to me or anyone I knew. I’d made my mistakes in my former life. I guessed I’d just make different ones in this life.The four of us moved into. ." I looked around, desperately. Not too many people in the park, not in mid-January. I gulped, looked down at the flowers I was clutching -- crushing -- in my hands. "I didn't hear what you said," I confessed in a miserable whisper. "I didn't, umm, want to ask. And you said, 'pink ones.' So I wore... I'm wearing pink ones."No response. I finally dared to look up. There was an astonished grin spreading over her face, as she understood what it was I had to be referring to. She reached for my. Yes, fuck my pussy, fuck me in the ass. Oh God, yes, fuck me harder!” she nearly screamed. Her excitement and all the lubrication flowing from her was enough to allow Charles' cock to slide with one quick thrust deeply into her ass. The feeling of the two cocks deeply in her, filling her in a way she had never before imagined possible was more than she could take. Patricia felt the orgasm coming at her like a freight train as the two young studs fucked her hard and deep just as she begged. His penis was outside of his shorts now and pressed to her stomach. He centered himself between her legs, his penis dripping his pre-cum on her soft skin."Thomas, we can't," Amy sighed. She pushed him back and looked through the opening in the kitchen to make sure John was still downstairs. Suddenly, she felt pressure on her shoulders. It was obvious what Thomas wanted. She looked through the opening again and bit her lip in indecision. Then she slowly slipped to her knees, her head sinking.