”I nodded, took both of her hands, and led her out of the bathroom and to the couch. The blankets were forgotten. Raven was forgotten. Nothing else ...mattered. I had Jordan with me, and part of me wanted to call her mine.My mind raced through various half-formed ideas of what we might do next. Jordan must have had an idea of her own because after another heated kiss, she pushed me back onto the couch and knelt in front of me. Then she pulled on my hips. “Slide down. Slouch toward me.” I did as. You don’t want to be here. You’re here under protest, and I’m an uncultured bastard. I suggest you make the best of it. Lovers shouldn’t be hitting each other in anger. I’m going upstairs to get dressed.” Mary wore her hair up again in a braided bun. It was a classic and sophisticated hairstyle for her conservative attire. It was a quiet repast at Delmonico’s. I made sure there were two dozen fresh red roses on the table as the centerpiece. We didn’t talk at all, and she was obviously still. I rubbed her tits and played with them while she chocked back her tears. My hands work their way down her stomach and started to trace the outside folds of her hairless pussy. Angie tried to close her legs but I pushed my hand into her neck causing her to gag for breath. She cried and allowed me to do what I wanted because she was afraid of me. I pushed her down onto the sofa and against the back of the sofa and rammed my finger inside her cunt. I forcefully violated her pussy with my finger. It was her best friend, Marcya (her parents wanted to give her an unusual name, one which Marcya hated, so Shayna called her Marcie!) who inspired Shayna’s change of life and lead her on the path to happiness. Drinking coffee in Marcie’s kitchen, she told Shayna to go out and buy some sexy underwear. ‘Honey, even if you’re not getting any, you’ll want to get some – and who knows what will happen then?’ Shayna blushed and Marcie continued on. ‘After I broke up with Bill, I went to the stores to.