Why all the boys were talking about her was anyone's guess. Tonya figured it was because the stupid slut was fucking anyone who asked, but she hadn't ...een able to actually find anyone who had fucked her. Not that that had kept her from providing that as an explanation for Cindy's new popularity.So as Cindy was drying her hands, Tonya grabbed some of her white hair and yanked backwards. Cindy was surprised, to say the least, and went down. Tonya stood over her and smirked, as Cindy lay there not. X. She is one of my closest friends. We do everything together. Tonight she will be staying with us and Wilhelmina will entertain us with her songs and wonderful piano playing. Do stay and give us the benefit of some male companionship so we don't fall into dissolute female pastimes all by our lonesome."I saw the beautiful lady look up at me and smile at my obvious attraction to her wonderful bosom. I could have been my imagination but I thought I saw her nipples pop out like inquisitive. Lauren wrapped her arms around his back as her orgasm overcame her, her pussy clenching around his hard cock as he began to speed up. She let out a gasp as she clutched him tighter, relishing the feeling of a man on her, pressed against her, getting pleasure from her, giving her pleasure. She held him tighter still, pulling his face next to hers, feeling the stubble on his cheek pressed against her smooth face as his cock repeatedly slammed into her depths. Jack felt her hot breath on his. ”“That’s not possible! She went to Girl’s Night Out with Jude and the girls from yoga.” He jumped up and grabbed his cellphone. “I’ll call her. You’ll see. She’s fine.”“Dave, she was positively ID’d. She had her bag with her, her driver’s license, plus,” I hesitated to tell him, but I pushed forward, “I saw her. It was Melissa.”“There must be a mistake,” he said, dropping back into the chair. I got up and poured him a glass of bourbon. He took it with trembling hands, stared at it, then downed.