" You make it sound like I've been holding weekend orgies," Gabrielle laughed."Well have you?" Julia asked, mirroring Gabrielle's horror with her own ...ock sincerity."Hardly," her friend laughed in reply, "but I'll admit that I've hardly been living a monastic life." Good, I was hoping it wouldn't take me too long to get you to the good stuff," Julia gleamed, "I want to hear all about it." There isn't really that much to tell," Gabrielle replied as she picked up the menu and scanned the day's. "She continued to view the screen. "Wait -- go back one..." I hit the backpage key. "My God," she remarked. "What happened to her? It looks like they took it out with a garden trowel and stitched her shut with butcher's twine!" Yes -- most are less conspicuous than hers. I suspect she had the procedure at an early age and the scar grew as she did." Which is your favorite?" she asked."I really don't have one." Which one would you put on a screensaver or as a background?" None of them," I. It was too much and too painful so she pulled out and she nearly collapsed from the void. Instantly she knew what to do and quickly forced her fist back in and the sensation was beyond her dreams. The pain was now pleasure and she took advantage of it. She started fucking her fist deeper and with tears in her eyes she saw how far her wrist was buried. It shocked her to go deeper and when she hit felt her cervix again, she let out a long loud scream. Pulling her fist up and then slamming it. "Derrick, can you come over? I need to talk to you."I put on some clean clothes, brushed my teeth and combed my hair and was almost out the door. Back to my room, I splashed on a healthy dose of aftershave. The stubble on my face would have to wait. Anyway, it gave me a more manly look.Alexis lived five doors down our street. I was there in less than five minutes with a heart-thumping as if I'd just run a marathon. Alexis was at the door with mascara running down her cheeks. She said nothing,.