She reached in herbag and pulled out a phone.*snap*A little moan escaped Jasmine's lips as the snake retreated back under herdress but she giggled it ...ff while putting her phone away."Thanks for showing me a good time," she started, and then her voicedropped an octave and a half, "Street rat!" She laughed again, her voicerising back to its normal feminine timber with each breath.--A night of bizarre encounters later and the time for the 'girls' to meetback up and compare points finally arrived.. “Thank you, Pete. That’s nice of you to say.” I was surprised to see her blush.“Well, I mean it,” I added.“How’s the writing going?” Sherry asked, noticing the notebook on my lap.“Good, I just finished a poem.”“Can I read it?”“I don’t know, maybe later.”She looked disappointed, pouting, so I said, “Let me read you the last two lines.”“Okay, that’s better than nothing.” She came over and sat on my lap.I opened the notebook, found my page and read, “The sun that shines now on your lovely face,. I was sorely tempted to tell Tony to deny her an erection. Watching Evelyn slutting in my basement was, I admit, a tremendous turn-on. She expertly worked Tony's quickly hardening cock like a real pro. Watching her tongue dart over the head like a gila-monster's, I gained a new respect for her. Then I remebered all the times when she campaigned against this or that thing that were none of her business, and my conempt for her rose anew. Seeing her lovingly suck Tony to his full 9 inches. The woman, almost bare to the waist, with shred of her dress and shift hanging from her arm, turned her head and wept, her lean back heaving. I set my musket down and started shucking off my coat to cover her nakedness when here came Gregory on the dead run, spike bayonet aimed right at my belt buckle and looking very unhappy. He must have had a very hard head.With my coat dangling from my arm, I stepped out to meet him, swung my heavy jacket up into his face and jumped aside. His bayonet tore.