”Becky giggled. “He thinks you’re nuts.”“Don’t worry about him. He doesn’t know you’re here. It’s not like he’d ever show up to sh...ot the breeze.”“No, but you know what a psycho he is. He’s got a way of wheedling information out of people. If we stayed with anyone they might be in danger. If you’re nearby, we know we’re safe.”Em sighed, realizing she was losing the argument before it had even begun. “Still...”“Please, Auntie Em?” Becky asked, her voice taking on the familiar high-pitched whine. The last 10 minutes is you focusing the anger and the sorrow. You were gonna go out and get shit faced. Fuck some random girl! You neeeded to get away from this town. Everything reminded you of Susie, parks you walked in, resturants you ate in, bicycle rides, cinema trips, pub visits. As you arrive home, slamming your car door you phone your friend Richard from Uni. He was in your English lectures and was part of the cool clique. He asked you months ago if you were keen to come to a festival. I struggled to move my cock in and out of her considering how tight she was I moved my hands under Emma’s ass to try and give myself more of a push to move it in and out of her, Emma soon became aware of my struggle and moved my hands to her shoulder blades and moving into me pressing her boobs into my face and started moving the lower half of her body up and down my cock even Emma had trouble she was just to tight and it was making her dry up Emma raised herself fully of my cock and started to. But I suppose fingers will have to do... Jerry smiled broadly at Brittany as he left for the day. He was half in love with their bombshell of a receptionist - every man in the building was - but there was something particularly appealing about her that day. Her smile seemed wider, her skirt seemed tighter, her top seemed even more low-cut... No, that wasn’t it. It was her attitude. She was always bubbly and personable - it was what Brittany was known for. But today she somehow seemed extra.