I’ve gone from club-to-club fucking girls all night and into the morning. Did you know that, Daph?”“Nope.” Daphne kept her eyes fixed on the p...ges. She didn’t need the thoughts of Valerie’s morning wood pressed in her mind so early.“But good god, woman. You have drained the life outta me. I haven’t even thought about sex since yesterday.” She flopped playfully on the bed before turning to face Daphne grinning. “You think maybe I’m in love with you?”“Shut up,” Daphne snapped, turning another. "It's just that you..." I know." You could be twins. How could half-sister's look so much alike?" Well, we had the same father?" The same father? Oh, I thought, I don't know why, but I always thought it was the same mother and different fathers."An odd expression came over Samantha's face. "No," was all she said.I probed, "Are you sure?"She smiled. "Yes, Heck, I'm sure. We definitely had different mothers."I nodded, dumbly, staring at her. I just couldn't take my eyes off her. It was as if I. "Oh fuck, Constance!" he moaned."Please fuck me Prince!" she exclaimed without necessity since she began rising and falling on his lap.Feeling the abundant wetness and heat and the lively flesh tightly surrounding his cock, he thrust against her falls. His hand grabbed her nightie covered breast hard. She pulled off the nightie violently and moaned when his hand mangled her naked flesh. Within the fuck, she managed to remove the earphone jack, sending the violent fuck and nasty words from the. I was holding my cup out for some coffee when the girl looked up at me. “You’re Jerry Helton, aren’t you?”“I sure am. What’s your name.”“Belinda. Uhhh, we’re not supposed to do this, but would let me have your autograph?”“Sure, we have some photos over here if you’d like to have one autographed.”“I would love to have one ... but what I really wanted, was you to autograph our bras for us.”“Your bras? I’ve never autographed a bra before.”“Would you, though? Please?”I looked at Sherry and she was.