At seven o'clock, the next night, the girls arrived. I had all the pizza makings ready. There were personal pizza crusts, about a dozen different topp...ngs, and sauce, laced with a generous amount of TBP. I bought several two liters of Diet Coke to wash it all down.I was afraid that some of the girls would decide not to eat, but they all loved the idea of making their pizza their way.The crust was already cooked, so it just took a few minutes in the oven to get the cheese melted and the pizza. He knew at once that it couldn't be her wallet or her purse - there simply just wasn't enough junk. Thinking back to his own mother's purse, he remembered it thick with credit cards, receipts, membership cards, pictures, all kinds of junk that this wallet was simply lacking. Looking at the ID, he was startled to find out that he was wrong, or so he thought at first. The name on the ID - which was an Ontario Driver's License, G2 class - was Alice Tremblay, aged 19. He was looking at his girl,. She bent at the waist, leaning over to pick up the pants lying in a heap on the floor. When she was folded fully, she came face to face with the still quite hard cock that had just brought her to two loud orgasms. She reverently kissed the head, before standing up and handing the pants to their owner. She licked her lips to taste her pussy juices. ‘You better go, Sugar. I’ll see you later.’ she said, quietly. ‘You’re one hot fucking slut, you know that? One day, you’re gonna get caught.’ . We'll no doubt run into each other at the country club or the tennis club." So you've chewed me up and now you're spitting me out," he opined."Something like that, yes. Now be a good little boy and run along."The man finished dressing then opened the door."Someday you'll meet your match, Tracy." Maybe, but certainly not today."With that he left closing the door a bit harder than necessary.Tracy Copperton smiled and turned back to the mirror to refresh her makeup. She had meet young Matt Winslow.