She scaled the fence surrounding their dumpster, and began rummaging through the trash. Finding some old buns that were only a few days expired, she h...lped herself.Angel knew the restraunt’s schedule. They had to throw out perfectly good food on the expiration date. Those were the days she could eat for free, like today.She proceeded to climb back over the fence and walk back across the parking lot. She lit up a cigarette as she walked. It wasn’t long before a car pulled up next to her.. She always slept naked. She hated the feeling of sleep clothes pinching her or confining her.She glanced at the window and by the angle of the light streaming in she judged it to be mid-morning. She looked at her clock and saw it was only eight in the morning. I’m such a terrible judge of time, she thought and smiled.Nancy always slept on the left side of the bed. She took up so little space and barely ruffled the sheets. She stretched again and heard a thump beside her on the floor. She leaned. At that point, I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her down while thrusting up at the same time. The cherry popped, she screamed and I entered a pussy for the first time. I lay still for a while to let her get used to the sensation of a cock inside of her pussy. She slowly lifted herself up and began to rotate her hips, slowly. I did the same to maximise our pleasure. I lifted my hips up and she moaned as I pushed in deeper. She began to lift herself off me as I almost completely slipped. I was Quasimodo and Two-Face combined into one hideous outcast. Meanwhile, Rosie had blossomed. When I first saw her in high school our freshman year, I almost didn’t recognize her. She had small, firm-looking breasts, and a slim waist that only made her bubble-shaped butt stand out more, and not a blemish on her smooth, dark chocolate skin. Her lips were large and rose-hued, and her eyes had a slight angle that I did not recall from her youth, almost oriental in effect. Her outward persona had.