Really... are you OK?" Mike asked with concern in his eyes."Oh yeah, thanks, I am fine... really." Cynthia replied as she gathered her papers together...and headed back to her office.She dropped her legal pad and meeting notes on her desk with a bang."Holy shit", she said under her breath. This was too damn good to be true. Cynthia threw herself into her large leather chair and started to reminisce about the past few months and how much her life had changed. Ever since her sexual escapades. Sally wondered how many men might want to take advantage of Betsy in hopes of getting their hands on her money.“You could still do things with a guy.”“Like what?”“I don’t know. You could play sports with him,” Sally suggested.“I’d run three laps around the track for every lap he took. That’s a fun date,” Betsy said sarcastically.“There’s got to be something,” Sally said although she couldn’t imagine Betsy on any kind of date.“There’s nothing,” Betsy said and then she sighed.She put down the. Lauren rolled her head to one side as his lips slid behind her jewelled earlobe. When the Greek slid his tongue along her soft skin, she allowed a soft moan to squeeze through her parted lips. ‘You like?’ he whispered into her flesh. Lauren was unsure whether he referred to his lips, the room, or the bed. Her groan of approval covered all three possibilities. This man would soon be fucking her again and she so wanted that thick, hard cock inside her again. When he ran his tongue unhurriedly. I jaywalked the corner and headed up a narrow residential street past black iron stairs leading up to solid looking brownstones with the windows all sporting bars like the jail but to keep criminals out and not in.My trip to the draft board came the following Monday because they were real strict in making certain every swinging dick got their first taste of lost freedom at the crack of eighteen. It didn't seem fair to me that the girls all got a pass on the road to being "cannon fodder" but I.