What did you do, walk in door number one and outdoor number three?"Once again Cathy blushed, "Yes, pretty much so. I spent the entire day with Melissa...at her company. They do makeovers of women." I don't think 'makeovers' is the right word. It doesn't do you justice. You are absolutely beautiful, as are you Melissa. Maybe I wouldn't be so stunned and shocked if I had not known you before, but I can tell you right now that I am sitting with two of the most beautiful girls in Chicago."Cathy was. " Richie, I'm trying, okay? At least meet me halfway."Richie bit off a retort. They came so easily to him. The pattern had become so ingrained that it was difficult to stop.But he was tired and not in the mood for conversation. All through the night, he had been haunted by the images he had seen in the den. It had been a restless night.He wanted to be angry, but he needed to direct it at someone. Being angry at a dead man wouldn't cut it. He could hate Frank Hovath easily, but anger was more. I rubbed my hand over her ass, crack and anus. She jerked away, “There is no way you are going there,” she exclaimed.I had not thought about fucking her ass, until she mentioned it. However, I wanted more of her pussy. I moved closer and she reached back and guided me in. The second penetration was not nearly as good as the first, but it was still amazing. I pushed in my full length with ease. I placed my hands on her hips and picked up where I had left off. Krista rose up on her hands, and. I looked her dead in the eye and bit my lip, jutting my chest out in a way I hoped would bring her back to me. Looking at me she let out a primal cry of excitement and tore open the front of her tight black jeans revealing a lacy purple thong, she tugged them down over her rounded hips and let them slowly glide to her black stilettos Her eyes smouldered as they met mine and a long fingered hand snaked down her stomach winding its way through a tiny patch of hair and in between her legs which.