Oh fuck stop please I can't take any more."Collapsing, spent, drained, my pussy soaking, my hair laying over my face. Ted and Bill, having mercy. Kiss...ng me gently, stroking my stomach, my neck."Oh boys that was so fucking intense. So much going on at once. Whew. Now I need a break too."Ted got up to get a round of drinks. Bill caressed me, telling me how hot I am, how sexy."So, you're over there alone and Ted's over here alone and you guys just have at it whenever?" MM hmm, usually when my. I knew her, her name was Susanne, we had worked in the same company two years before. I knew she was married and had a little daughter, I kew where she lived – and I knew she wasn’t interested in art at all.It was a busy day in the shop, lots of customers, but Susanne was there all the time, looked at everything and pulled out books and leafed through them in the reading corner. I realised she wasn’t here because of a sudden rise in her interest in art – it had to be because of me! This. Barry had never dreamed that one day he would be taking Stacy Richards there (actually, he had "dreamed" about it several times; he had just never imagined that it would really happen).Barry steered the car off the paved section of the street and onto the bumpier dirt road which ran alongside the beach. In reality, Barry had never expected that he would ever go on a date with Stacy. Her kind was usually reserved for the star of the football team, or some other equivalent sports hero, and even. She then handed me the high heels and went to change back into her normal clothes.After Hailey rejoined us my vulgar friend said, “Why to fuck did I get to pay for the most expensive items?”Hailey smiled at him and said, “Because in this world ignorant assholes always pay for what they don’t know!”He replied, “What to fuck does that mean?”Hailey smiled at him again and said, “If you can fix your own car you do, otherwise you pay someone else to fix it for you! If you can reprogram your own.