"Am I wet, Tom?" she asked in a hoarse voice.He could feel the steamy ooze on his index finger where the edge of his hand was forced into her slit. Th... thick outer lips of her cunt were wetly curved around it."Wonderfully!" he said a voice hoarser than hers."It got that way because I was thinking about you... about what we might be doing to kill some of that extra time you have on your hands. Do you feel like fun and games?" If you'd like, you wouldn't have to ask," he told her. His cock had. One of the couches was one of those long ones without sides except at the very end. It would be perfect to rub her back on.Looking at the bar I found a whole box of little bottles that were flavored vodka, whatever that was. I took an orange one and went over to the girls.“That guy said he saw that boy jump in on you,” I explained as I took a big red plastic cup and poured the vodka in and then the OJ. “He said to put one of these with the OJ to help you relax. It is not supposed to get you. She gladly accepted my invitation, and told me to meet her at a cozy little diner in town; she said she had some things she wanted to tell me. I begged her to divulge her information on the phone, but she insisted I wait until we met. I drove the entire way to the diner wondering what she was going to tell me; I figured if it was good news she would have had to tell me over the phone. I found Kira in a corner booth of the restaurant. It was a quaint place, not very big and decorated like the. Mama made it clear that it was a standing invitation and that two little girls would be disappointed if I wasn’t there. They were being used as bait, I knew, but I really didn’t mind.I was sitting on the sofa with Marianna, just enjoying a beer and conversation with my former girlfriend. We were talking about our friends from the past and what had happened to them. At one point, little Nicole came into the room and walked to me, holding out her arms, wanting me to pick her up I assumed. One.