”“Uh-oh. Did something bad happen?”“You could say that,” I sighed. “Do you have time to talk? This won’t be a short conversation.”“F...or you? Of course!”I explained, as best I could, what had happened. There really wasn’t a way to leave out the fact that Jocelyn and I had been intimate, and that I’d ended that part of the relationship. I felt kind of bad for talking about it, but I needed advice, and there really was nowhere else to turn. Angie mostly listened, only asking one question to clarify. “Owww, 22, Miss Anderson. Yowee, 23, Miss Anderson. Ohhh, Oh, Oh, 24, Miss Anderson, please, not soooo hard!” Smith occasionally looked to his right and saw Perkins enjoying the show. Not a pretty sight; he immediately turned to the floor. Bonnie timed her spanks perfectly. Just about the time Smith stopped rolling and groaning, the next firebomb attacked. Smith was forced to appreciate the full sting of the current spank before the next fell on his burning and swollen ass. He couldn’t wait for. I had all kinds of buzzers going off in my head. Yes, I could be paranoid or I could be under attack. On the other side of the coin, if she were going to murder me, I should already be dead. I did fall asleep in her bed last night. I really needed to know her game. I didn’t want anyone, not even Lucas, to know that I was checking her out. In the back of my mind I remember an old saying from my days in the the sandbox. ‘Knowing something is good, but it’s even better, if no one else knows that. I pounded, her hips slammed into the table and she screamed ‘Ah Yes’. I pounded, her hips slammed into the table and she screamed ‘Ah yes, fuck me’. We had achieved synchronicity. Every time I pounded home she begged to be fuck and before long she was exploding. She came in waves that wracked her body relentlessly and with each wave she screamed, ‘Yes, God yes’. It was then I realized I was getting soaked. She actually squirted and her juices were flowing down my legs I had heard about women.