Can't... think..."Cordelia couldn't handle the ordeal. She tried to block it out of her mind and focus on what she had to do. She saw Cunt's security ...card sticking out of the pocket of her tiny blue latex shorts.It was so close. But so was she.Waves started rolling over her. Through a haze of pleasure Cordelia moved her foot as close to the pocket as she could. She began to moan and buck her hips. She hoped the dim bimbos would think she was finally enjoying the experience.Ah, God, who was she. I just haven’t found the right guy to settle down with.”“Any prospects?”“There’s an attorney at McCarthy/Jenkins I met a couple of weeks ago. He called last Friday and invited me to the company Christmas party next week.”“Promising?”“We hit it off pretty well when we spoke after a seminar we both attended. His practice is campaign law.”“Sounds like a match made in heaven!” I grinned.The waitress brought our food and we dug in.“How are things with you?” Tara asked.“Pretty good, actually.. She sat there with a look of panic, panic that soon turned into desperation, ''But you were going to break up, and, and, you always said,-''I didn't let her finish her sentence, I logged off of Skype and shut my laptop lid down. I felt like throwing at the wall and going on a rampage through my room, knowing that it would end with me in tears curled up on my bed.But I didn't want to give either of them the fucking satisfaction.''Mom!'' I called as I threw my towel into my laundry bin, I opened. I trembled as her soft smooth lips touched mine and as her tongue darted out to touch mine. Her hand on the crotch of my shorts began to rub harder pushing my messy panties up against my hairy mound. I sat with my legs spread giving myself to Ms. Jean. Her finger quickly hooked in through the leg hole of my shorts and I felt them brush the wet cotton crotch of my panties. Feeling her fondle me as we kissed made me melt into her will. My hand went to Ms. Jean’s blouse and for the first time I.