"I never mouthed off, I simply explained my opinion, and you stated yours right back, lady. Nothing more, nothing less. You only can't praise me enoug... because you've never had sex with a woman before; it doesn't matter if I'm me, Denise, Renee, or Jessica. I'm not saying any of them are lesbians, but you'd still love them to fuck you with their tongues," I explained before sticking it to her again."Okay, I'm sorry," she said, arching herself up and yanking my head back with her too. "Be nice. Within seconds, I felt Jubair’s hands on my bum and they gradually worked round to play with my soaking pussy. “Shit man, she’s dripping for you; and look at this bum. Can I get in on this?” Panic hit me again. Being fucked by hunks like Paul and Andre was one thing but a man like Jubair? I pulled away from Andre’s cock and spoke up, “I am here to serve you, Andre.” “You are here to serve me slut, that’s right. But Jubair is my boy and we share, especially with a fine piece of white pussy like. It takes some of the fear away. Besides, they'll probably go for your ass instead, anyway." Goddamn it Barry. None of that is funny. Get out of here." So, no deal?" I'll think about it. I really liked Carla, you know?" She's not the type to stay faithful, Walter. What she did while you were gone should tell you that. If you liked her so much, what about all the girls up at IU?" It's different for a guy Barry. Those girls didn't mean anything to me, but Carla did." Carla would tell you the same. He stopped to see if he could find any sign of the occupant or occupants. This was not an every day occurrence, no more that 20 or so vehicles ever used than road a year, and most of that traffic would be found during hunting season. Everything seemed in order, neat and clean, except for a crumpled up receipt for a bottle of Chardonnay and some small flashlight batteries. He quickly jotted the license plate number on the back of a feed receipt, planning on calling the local sheriff later in.