The bad thing was the name and phone number were fakes and went nowhere. The tag number was issued to a vacant lot outside Philadelphia.The lot had ov...er two thousand tags listed as their home address. Illegal’s used that address to secure IDs, drivers licenses, and tags. It was just inside the sanctuary city lines. The address was passed around like candy by activists and interpreters. It seems like everyone knew the game and profited by it.At least the pictures were something to work with.I. Debbie finally realized she was being used and hung up before I unloaded inside of Cynthia. We both took some time to recover from that, I finally said that this was the best sex of my life. Cynthia pointed out that I had actually unloaded inside her right while she was coming. One of those things that you read about that really doesn't happen much in real life. I snuggled up behind her and cupped her breast in my hand. Then Cynthia surprised me by closing and opening my phone, she pulled. I was about to turn around and head back to the bar to get another drink when I looked over my shoulder and saw that the hottie had stopped dancing and was getting quite angry with the jock. Being as she was very close to the speakers, it was damn near impossible to hear what she was saying to him, but I could tell from her expressions and body language it wasn't nice. The jock put his hands up in a defensive "hey, back off" stance, and slowly backed away from her. She watched him go then tried. He then pulled her down against him. She sensed what he was about to do and wrapped her arms and legs around him as best she could. They rolled over, pinning her against the bed now. His hand gently touched her cheek, stroking it lovingly as his body lunged. Each thrust forced him deep inside her as hi pace quickened. Her muscles clenched tightly around him as the waves of pleasure rushed over her. He felt the spasms around his rigid shaft as it plunged deep inside her. Her nails raked over.