Somehow, if I had kissed a woman, she became one of the numbers. And the divine idea of women and my pathetically limited experience... well, I just a...ded the kisses to the list. If you asked me today how many women I've slept with I would answer honestly, two. But I had told so many tales in the days of exaggerations, that sometimes it was six and sometimes seven.I was introduced to Adelle in a dive bar that had a great band. Adelle was a good friend of my fiancé. They had known each other. Her body wasa haze of white fury as she raced across the rocky terrain.She closed in on the altar quickly. The first thing she noticed was thatBayonetta was gone. It was the last thought she had before a black blurflew out of nowhere from the side.*KA-THUD*Jeanne's head turned just in time to be absolutely crushed by Cereza'swicked weave. The bulging black fist slammed into her upper body. Jeannerag-dolled as the sucker punch clothes-lined her. Her lower bodycontinued its momentum even as her. "Don gulped down his drink and leaped to his feet. "Oh, no," he exclaimed. "Forget it, Joan. I couldn't do that. Frank is my best friend."Joan sighed with exasperation. She'd never figure men out. Don thought nothing of fucking Shelly, but he wouldn't fuck Joan because Frank was his buddy. But cheating was cheating, as far as Joan was concerned.Now Don was heading for the door. She had to stop him. If he left, her scheme would be ruined. Even worse, he'd walk into his house and catch his wife. She was so captivated that she hadn’t noticed that Alyssa snuck her hand towards Carmen’s pussy. Carmen did notice when Alyssa’s thumb began gently rubbing the top of her pussy, massaging Carmen’s clit. “Oh my god,” Carmen managed to get out. She closed her eyes again and leaned her head back, giving a long, eager sigh. “I want to hear you say it again,” Alyssa whispered. “Wha—,” Carmen couldn’t get the words out and she barely heard what Alyssa said. “Say it. Tell me how much you want me.”.