She didn’t bother to get dressed. Grabbing her coat, and pushing her feet into a pair of slippers, Megan took her purse, and locked up the apartment... as she left. The white door burst open after the second knock of Megan’s fist. Kate stood there in her long pajamas, and barefoot on the grey carpet. She rushed her inside the apartment. ‘What is going on?’ Megan inquired, and looked around the living room. ‘You sounded scared on the phone.’ She glanced at the stove clock in the kitchen, it read. .. that I'M my OWN worst enemy?" BINGO!!!" Nancy/Tonya jumped up & down, unctuously squealing like a game show contestant!"But... How can it... how can I... be that way... ?" Think about how much you HATE yourself, deep inside," the ersatz Harding pondered, "Think about the way you've been treated all your life; why would you put up with it?" Because..." tears started welling up in Tonya's eyes, "I hated myself?" That's right, girl," Nancy/Tonya's voice became soft and comforting, "There's been. She was swearing when she turned her head to see it wasn't me. She gasped and said "who are you?" He said "don't worry about me OR him". She was grunting hard and starting saying "oh no, i'm going to cum all over" and continued to moan and grunt ferociously, like an a****l. She would sometimes spray, but always make a huge, wet mess when she really got going. She had no care in the world by now. They were two b**sts fucking for sport and going for gold.He had her hips in his hands and he. She was so hot, so wet down there, and for once her anxiety switched off, allowing her instincts to take over. She gripped his shoulders, squeezed her eyes shut and began rocking her hips back and fourth, reveling in the delicious friction as she ground herself against his lap. She was vaguely aware of the tiny mewling moans that were pouring from her mouth, that she was digging her nails into his skin and panting, but she was too far gone to feel self conscious, only a deep burning need. She.