On the afternoon of the sixth day there was a tentative knock at my door. The woman I greeted was a different person from the Pamela I saw last week. ...er face was puffy and bruised and her eyes were wet with tears. She was wearing rumpled sweats and sneakers. "What happened Pammy? Who hit you?" B-Betty, she punched me out, I told her she was fat and ugly, and she slapped me and called me bad names, but I was horny and tried to make lo- fuck her but she pushed me and I had to mastur- play with. "I'm not that kind of girl," Jenny said with a smirk. The guys gave Jenny a little sticker, which she put on the dress right above her left boob. Taking another shot, Jenny said, "fuck it," and sauntered back towards the pool table She wanted to have all the guys watching her this time. She walked right up a guy and lifted her dress up enough to show him her panties. The guy must have been gay, because he didn't notice. Jenny lifted her dress higher, fully exposing her g-string to the cameras. Ignoring the second man, he started across the room, more enraged than he’d ever been in his life. At that moment, all he could think of was killing the man who was trying to force himself on Joanne. Meanwhile, Larry had come into the room, too. Jimmy, who wasn’t too smart, did have sense enough to know he was in deep shit. He let go of Gail and backed into the corner, holding his hands out. He was so scared when he saw the look on the young man’s face that he wet his pants. When he reached the. However, I did have a doubt of something naughty would happen between us. Next minute, I was on my knees in front of Mr. Smith, while he was still sitting in the couch. His pants pulled down to his ankles, and his big hard cock was in my mouth. It was the first time that Mr. Smith and I were getting dirty with each other in absence of Mrs. Smith. Before that, Mrs. Smith was always there to teach me how to suck her husband’s beautiful hard cock. It felt a little weird in for a couple of.