She was all I could think about on the way home and for the next few weeks. I couldn’t wait to go back to college. The day I returned to college, I ...called the number she had given me. I want to mention that cellphones and texting were fairly new when I went to college and most people did not have them, unlike today. I had been given a cellphone for a Christmas gift from my mom. The cellphone was simple, it flipped open with a dialing keyboard and had a camera that took decent pictures, nothing. "I just did," said Bob. "The lady was in the hospital while it was impounded. She almost died. The accident wasn't her fault, and you're not charging her a dime." He wadded up the paper and put it in his pocket. "Besides, you got the VIN number wrong anyway. Sloppy work, if you ask me." Somebody has to pay for the storage!" the man whined."No, they don't," said Bob. "You're paid by the city. You'll get your paycheck regardless." You're signing for the car, then," insisted the man. "I'm not. “But the main thing with this girl is what do you want to be to her afterward. Is she a ‘hit it and forget it’? Or do you care about how she feels and what kind of memory she has of the experience?”“I want her to have a good experience. Definitely.” Cris replied. “She’s not like Amanda.”“Amanda?” Ryan quipped. “That big-tittied slut? Did you finally get that? She seemed to like teasing you with it.”“Yeah. You know we were in the spring play together? I bribed the guy who should have gotten the. He smiled; moved up to kiss her mouth; enjoyed the dancing tongue she sent into careening over his teeth and tongue, then attacked her nipples and her belly button before getting back to business.A minute later, Val moaned, "If you shift your body around, I'd love to see how much of your monster cock I can swallow this morning."Joe laughed and sent his tongue on a long journey that encompassed the puckered rim of her asshole to her clit and back again while she moaned and raised her cunt up to.