"Angela buttoned up her blouse and smoothed down her skirt to cover her abused pussy. Without underwear, she still felt exposed and sensed the eyes of...the assault team admiring her body. The overwhelming sensation was one of sheer relief that she's avoided the threatened fate of being shipped to some remote outpost to spend years providing sexual pleasure to drunken reprobates. One was enough.She hugged Jim, taking delight in the comfort of his arms. A certain presence pressed against her and. " Old-school. Nice. But weren't MUDs just MMOs without graphics?" I guess you could look at it that way. But there were more differencesthan that," Isabel explained. "It was more social. You didn't just queueup for instanced encounters with random pick up groups. You had toorganize everything with other people. Plus roleplaying was justassumed." Some older MMOs were like that. Everquest, Ultima Online. EQ even hadroleplay servers." Yeah, I guess. Anyway, here's the part you're not going to. As I greet them I am completely taken aback by the beauty of both these women. Her daughter, Roxanne, is gorgeous. She has long thick red hair, light skin, and piercing green eyes. Her breasts are full and round and the show off great in her tight shirt. Below the waist is equally spectacular, showing all her curves in black yoga pants. I love this trend of yoga pants!Her friend Nancy, whom I next meet is stunning as well. Her brown hair reaching to the top of her chest. And speaking of her. I hadn't done anything about her (contact, et al) up until recently. Actually, I take that back - I have wanked more than once while reading my own stories. Unlike you readers, I have the bonus of memory recall - including mental video.Anyway, about a week or so ago, I decided to see if I could find her. After some serious web searching, and contact with a relative or two, I was able to connect with her via "the web." Now, I didn't think she would even remember me - certainly not our sexploits..