And you couldn’t. You couldn’t handle it then and you can’t handle it now. Because the truth now is this: You blamed her for everything that wen... wrong. You blamed her for being the woman she was. You blamed her for the very things that kept you in her good graces. You blamed her for being compassionate. You blamed her for getting hurt. And she took it all onto herself because that’s what a generous woman does. But I am your damage control. I showed up on her doorstep at three in the morning.. And so was she. "Is there any reason that you are speaking to me, Ryan?" "Aw, baby, don't be that way. I saw you and I wanted to say hi. You can't stillbe mad at me? She jerked away from his grip, and wheeled around facing him. Damn him, whydid he have to look that good. She realized her hand was shaking, and she laiddown the paddle, not wanting him to see her tremble. His smile told her thatshe was too late. She narrowed her eyes at seeing that smile, the ever- present smirk still. Looked at the guys and all were running their dicks thru pants, Ministerreached out and grabbed her by her ass as she walked by and pulled her to him slid a hand between her legs and told her he understands from a reliable source that she sucks blk cock better than a French whore, so why didn't she get on her knees and show everyone, with that mom got on her knees unzipped Ministers pants and as his hard cock popped out she put a hand around it and slid her lips down it to the whoops and. Amy had to lean backwards on her hands to give Angelina access. The sight of this was wildly exciting. When I accidentally popped out of Angelina, Amy was quick to give my cock a f***eful sucking. “Keep at it!” Amy said to Angelina. “Chew that clit well! I’m starting to cum! Oh Venus!” she screamed. “Blow me away!” When her cunt began to contract and her breathing came much faster I began to release control. I loved hearing the fucking sounds as she rode me hard and fast. I pulled her towards.