Some people like to make up stories about the lives of the people that pass by. I don’t, because I’m a telepath. I can read the real stories, pull...ed straight out of a person’s head. That guy over by the pedestrian crossing, for example – a 45-year old insurance claim clerk who considers himself a washed out failure. The only reason he hasn’t chugged a bottle of vodka with aspirin chaser is his kid, standing beside him on the sidewalk. Unfortunately the kid hates his fat loser dad – he much. Sucking him in. He slit himself in completely and started to pump her with force. His need too urgent to be able to go slow for her sake. She crossed her legs under his buttocks feeling him move inside her. His hands holding her face while he held himself in position on his lower arms. The friction in her insides made her grasp for air, trying to hold on to his shoulders. Her own body moving in his rhythm. Her legs and hips trying to drag him in deeper. A sudden convulsion made her arch again. ”“Ah screw that,” Deborah scoffed, “for Miami, I’d have blown it off. Besides, I’m sure all the boys would love to see you in a bikini.”Veronica shrunk down a little in her seat as they pulled into the driveway, blushing brightly again. They got out of the car and walked in, with Veronica leading Deborah up the stairs. Deborah eyes fixated on the huge ass ahead of her that jiggled with every step, and she could feel a wet spot beginning to form on the crotch of her jeans.They came to Veronica’s. I checked out a website, and made plans with 2 hookers and an old girlfriend. One of the hookers turned out to be a cop, and I was warned off of her before we met.The other one, was a little redhead. I guess that you know how I feel about gingers by now. This little girl was a dancer and part time escort.She was tiny, about 5' nothing and 100 or so pounds. NICE little breasts and a fine , tight ass.Her name was Sunshine, and she was only 20 years old. She showed up late. I know that.