He came back to the table, slid in beside Nancy and nodded grimly. The stage was all set! Her hand trembled as she took another gulp of her cocktail. ...It burned a hot pathway clear down to her tingling pussy.She shuddered as she recalled looking at the towel that she had used after Steve had broken her maidenhead. Cherry blood, cunt juice and man-cum all mixed together! After their searing fuck she had slipped out back and hidden her emblem of sin beneath the woodshed. At least her blood had not. With that act she lost the only man she ever loved. No, that wasn't right, she thought. It wasn't the suicide that drove Michael away, but her affair with Greg Moline. It wasn't really an affair. Greg just fucked her, an in exchange she got drugs and the degradation she seemed to crave.She stopped pacing and sat in one of the leather wingback chairs and stared at the deep blue water, the sun glinting on the almost flat surface. The ship was now almost to the Bridge. She shook her head slowly.. Her cardigan was unbuttoned as were the top two buttons of her shirt. I could tell by the delicious movement of her breasts that she had also removed her bra. I was willing to bet that her panties were alongside her bra in her handbag. She strutted back to me and sat down. I was hard as a nail and unless the guy serving was gay or a corpse he would have been the same. She glanced back towards the young guy at the counter. She saw him looking at her and swivelled her leg out of the booth. As she. I start taking my shoes off when two girls walk in. They are in their late twenties and a bit on the plump side, about the same time as they’re leaving Sam, asks if I like either of these girls.The girls walk out of the room when I finally say, “The girl in Red.”With the lag in communication, she has a few steps down the hall before she’s called back.She is quite giddy upon entering the room again, I have a feeling that it has been awhile since someone picked her.She closes the door and.