They started talking and giggling. I was about to ask them if there were going to sit on me the whole way, but then another girl came back to sit with...them. She was a black girl wearing a short denim skirt and a black halter top with a bare midriff. She was decent looking too; tall and with her hair all in braids. She sat on my legs too, after the one girl moved closer to my feet.A moment later, two more girls came to join them. I knew one as Donna from one of my classes, but I didn't know the. I stuffed the piece of paper into my pocket and headed up to pay for my jeans and left the store. I spent all evening looking at the piece of paper wondering, “Could this really mean what I think it means?” I woke up early the next morning. As I walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, my mind could not stop thinking about Brandy and the number she slipped into my hand. I looked at the piece of paper that laid on the table from the night before. I shook my head back and forth, picked up. I lay on my side with Alan doing glorious things to my arse, but I needed Keith to be awake in order to fuck my pussy. I gently kissed him and slowly roused him from his slumber. As my eyes became accustomed to the dim green light, I saw him turn his head and smile at me. I said, "Hello, big boy, want to show a girl a good time?' His smile broadened in to a wide grin, and he said, " If you mean, do I want to fuck you, then the answer is yes." He turned towards me, I didn't let go of his cock,. . LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT’S SATURDAY NIGHT!”Pretty much like everybody in the studio audience, I was laughing hysterically from the moment Marilyn’s picture was shown. Even Marilyn was laughing at it. “I hope your children are seeing this. I am going to want this immortalized in video!” I told her.“You can be eliminated!”Later in the show we had part two of the madness. Amy Poehler, the designated Marilyn Buckman impersonator (this required a wig), was sitting in a prison cell wearing an orange.