"What, you bought out Wal-Mart's inventory?" I teased. "Hey, I just wanted to make sure we had everything we need! You're not the only one that's dyin...!" she snapped."Dying, huh?" Oh, shut up. You know what I mean." she rolled her eyes. Within minutes, I could hear Kelly muttering the instructions on the back of the box to herself from behind the bathroom door.We both agreed that she would go first and I would go in after, calling her if I needed help. I turned on the TV and turned the game. Now that i knew she existed, i found my cellphone and called my wingman, ray, to find out what really happened. "yeah dude, you must be living right" he said, "she's just as fine as you remember, and you couldn't remember where you parked your car." this immediately lifted the fog in my skull, and now i had to see if i had fallen victim to the oldest trick in the book: the dreaded wrong number on a napkin scam.as it turned out, the number was correct and she was excited to hear from me. her. Our hands played with our faces. Our kiss took pauses. Short pauses. Lips were moist. Glances were stolen. She had to leave soon. She was going away for the weekend. It was painful, it was hell. The kiss made it’s way from lips to crouch. It wasn’t the literal sense. She didn’t actually go down on me and blow me. She didn’t stick my cock in her mouth. The back of her throat wasn’t tickled by the head of my dick. No this was about blood. The way the heart pumps and makes it flow. It could make. She ordered me to lick her girlfriend’s wet cunt, as she enjoyed Carolynn’s tongue in her wet cunt…I crawled up between these spread legs and helped myself to her sweet shaven glistening mound. I found her clit and started giving her the best suck I could. Carolynn struggled a bit as she felt my mouth biting her clit; but she finally resigned the fight…Her thighs tighten around my head and I heard Ana telling her that her soft dick’s hubby was a real gifted pussy eater. Carolynn cried out loud.