I need to know what time it is. I finally find the phone, and I am floored by what I see. It is four in the morning, and I don’t have any missed cal...s. Shawna really left. I dial her number, but quickly hang up before it even rings. I don’t know what her problem is, but I should let her work it out on her own. I wander around house straightening up and putting things where they belong, finally picking up my clothes from their place of rest on my living room floor. Though I’m walking around. Her extremely high stiletto boots crawled all the way up to just under her hairless, lipless pussy, actually touching the outer edges of the pink flesh. She smiled wider, and reached under the table to grab a long, white box. Her cunt was saturated from anticipating what was about to transpire, as she walked over to stand in front of her sister.“Crotch-less panties…Nice one, s*s,” she whispered erotically. She laid the box down onto the coffee table, opened it up, and drew out what was hidden. My bank account was almost fifty million and I was fit. Jean, my room and bed mate, was going through some similar to what I had. She was starting to come out of it though. She had changed jobs making twice what she had been. She had lost almost forty pounds, and gained two cup sizes in her bra. She was smiling all the time like I was. One night we were out on the town, when this guy comes to the table. I could tell we both liked him. He went for drinks, Jean said, ‘We should invite him home. “What was that?”I gave an annoyed huff. “If you can't recognize sexy, then you're blind.”“Oh, I can recognize it,” he said, his eyes drinking in my look, running up and down my body, “but that... That was like you were slobbering over your lips.”I narrowed my eyes. “I can find someone else to drive me.” Frost coated my words. “It doesn't have to be you.”He rose, a big grin on his face. “Oh, I don't care if you slobber over your lips. There are other places I can kiss you.”“Yes,” I hissed..