I looked up as Trisha made a mad dash away. Jenna looked at me and played with my hair and whispered: “If you want to do my daughter, you’ll have ...o do me first.”I said to myself, thank you lady luck. I’ve got two beautiful women I can fuck!She led me upstairs to her bedroom which was dimly lit, we started kissing and we started taking our clothes off. She whispered in her drunk slurred voice: “I know Trish listens and watches and I don’t give a damn, you just fuck me and make me happy, then I. It must be quite a windfall for you.”“I don’t know ... how much is it?”“Like you don’t already know,” she said.“You must inform me,” I suggested.“Surely,” she spat, “If you insist. It’s 1754.20 a month paid out twice a month.”“Eight hundred seventy seven dollars and ten cents every two weeks?”“Quick with your figures, I see.”She was getting madder by the second. She spun, I ducked. She laughed. “Nervous?” she asked.“God deliver me from righteous females,” I muttered. “I plan on adding it to her. "lay it on me sweetie"she pleaded. I placed my dickhead against her pussy folds and slipped in inch by inch."felt that?" i whispered i grabbed her waist and pulled her back against my dick"oh wow you're on a mission hon" she mumbled as i kissed her on her neck"push that big white ass back against my fuckin dick!" i demanded she started pushing that cushion "I'm fuckin you now" she said laughing i closed my eyes and just sat there i wasn't about to look down at that fat white ass slapping. Everything from stalking a wooly mammoth to getting out of this hell pit alive, we have passed on.’ ‘So why are you here now? This is supposed to be a Fight Club arena, not some weird death camp place.’ ‘As I said before, I’m just a projection of who I was. At this point in history, I was 16-years-old and in a different section of the camp, but your mind has turned me into what I looked like when I first got here. (She nodded as if slowly starting to understand) Also, from what I can tell,.