”“What else do you like about her then?”“Lots of things,” he answered. “Her eagerness to try new things; the way she gives herself without...reservation. The way she loves to talk dirty when we fuck. When Sue lets me fuck her she gives her all.”“Talk dirty?”He nodded. “Yes, she really does have a filthy mouth.”“Oh,” I said thinking that it didn’t sound like her at all.“She’ll use words like cunt and cock. She likes me calling her a fuck slut and a whore and I get the impression that she would do. She was wearing a black t-shirt that looked like it should have been on a k** than her as it was that tight her tits wasn't huge but not small either, she also had on leggings and as she bent over you could just make out her thong, and wow what an ass small but perfect and that thong was right up her crack.So i went over to introduce myself and she stoped me before i could say hi, "dont i know you?" she asked, well i couldn't think i was standing there racking my brain to remember who she was,. She was a strong woman, iron in herfaith, who had attended Catholic mass two or three times a week when shewas young. She slept with her rosary beads wrapped in her hand. Ourbedroom was filled with religious statues and paintings. There was asmall statuette of Mary in a corner of our bedroom. Stacy prayed to itseveral times a day.Me? I worshipped the Green Bay Packers.Oh, don't get me wrong. I tried to believe. I went with Stacy to Massmost Sundays. When the subject of religion arose, I let. Anna considered the question, apparently the one in charge at the moment. "No. Your room, I think. On the bed."Melissa seemed to accept this and left for her room without a word."What are you doing?" I asked Anna, after Melissa was out of sight."Making us even. She's always messing with us anyway," she explained. "If you're okay with this?"She waited for my answer, looking like she needed me to support her crazy idea. I sighed, nodding my head."Okay, fine."Anna nodded back to me and we walked.