"God damn, if it's all that..." I just don't want you to be angry with me." You piss me off with that whiney shit." I snap, "If-n you got somethin' ta... say, say it." I wanna break up with you."I heard the words but I honestly could not understand them for a couple minutes. "What?" I'm sorry, I just ... I don't think we're right for each other and..." We'd be fine if-n you weren't such a fuckin' whimp." The words come out of my mouth just to prove her point. I stare at her and watch her face. The #15 had nearly a half lap lead, but he was struggling to get through lapped traffic. This was going to be a good one before it was over.Ward clipped off a few very fast laps before he was on the tail tank of the #15. With four to go, the battle was on. Ward drove right up behind the #15 on the bottom of turn one as both tried to duck under a lapped car. Neither could make it work, but Ward sharply split the difference on the backstretch in a move that had me jumping up and down in. Bao sniffs the air. “Are you cooking?” she asks. “I’m kind of hungry, and I can’t leave until the weather’s better.”“OK,” Ingrid replies, smiling.There’s a lot more going on, but in other words, it’s a normal Friday at CCL… except for the weather.And except for the fact that one of the women in the CCL house is a killer. Pretty soon she’ll don her costume, pick up her knife, and the screams of pleasure that normally provide the soundtrack in this house will be replaced by screams of terror.. Jay reached between Jackie's legs and began to massage her mound through her jeans. She moaned into his ear encouraging him to undo her jeans and reach inside to feel her wetness. Sheila had freed Derek's dick and was jacking him slowly as they kissed. His hands were under her shirt kneading her breasts. He removed his right hand and reached down and deftly opened her jeans. Sheila raised up a bit allowing Derek to lower her jeans enough to allow him easy access to her love tunnel. He.