She was a bit of a slut back then she remembered, but so were her friends she laughed. She kicked most guys out after they satisfied her, she liked to...sleep alone. Not much choice now unfortunately. Then again, she was honoring those boys, she was drop dead gorgeous. Long legs, shapely ass from hockey training and just enough bust to keep it balanced. She had long blond hair, most of the times in a braid down her back and a cute face to top it all off. The first of her friends was Marsha, her. As she approached the group they all started clapping, which Irene found acutely embarrassing, and she turned a little more red. Eva was full of praise for how Irene had succeeded with her task, and promised her that she would definitely be recommended for promotion, and it occurred to Irene that she should thank her new friend for taking charge the way he had. The rest of the evening was very boring compared to Irene’s brief dalliance with the handsome stranger. On the way home, she kept. . obscenely. She heard the man's sadistic chuckle of triumph. She fully expected to feel his body coming between her thighs, his erect penis entering her unwanting vagina to plunge into her without mercy... fucking her in mindless fury.It didn't happen like that; instead, she felt those hands move upward on the cringing, soft flesh of her inner thighs, until they were on either side of her sparsely hair-ringed cunt... Then, very plainly, she felt his thumbs slowly, tantalizingly, spread apart. Mez, what are you doing? He had changed into his Victory Is Mine. Stewie pajama pants and that was it. He stood in the door way, his tattoos on his chest rose and fell with his ribcage. My lips trembled, he was a sin in himself. I just realized the time lapse between Seattle and BellaDonna, it was almost 11. Im not doing anything, gosh.I didnt know you were so nosy. He said pulling me out of the room by my hand. His hands were so big and soft. Me, I scoffed Nosy? Neverrr. We sat on the couch.