It went ok for awhile, then I sort of crashed and burned." Alright then," says Stacy. "My interest is piqued. What did you write?"Sigh. "It was called... 'The Imperfect Storm’."Pregnant pause..."Bullshit," said Stacy."Uh, Bullshit? What do you mean, bullshit? I wrote it." I got very indignant. I'm not really a liar, not about writing, anyway. And being accused of that pisses me off."I know that story," she says. "You... that couldn't have been you. Prove it." Well fine, Sister Bitch!" Stacy. I looked at Myndee.“I don’t want to talk about it!” she barked.“Right,” I said. I shucked my cell and made a quiet call.“Right,” said Abby.The silence ... as silent as a throaty Borla exhaust, belt driven supercharger plumbing a 5.0 V8 turning a six speed paddle shift transmission can be ... not very silent ... was lengthy. Myndee jerked the straps on her five point seat belts tighter.“This isn’t the way home,” she said.Silence ... a little faster silence.I pulled up to the gate at the track.. He really loved what they had been doing and what they were about to do.He carried her into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. With her legs straddling his body her pussy was pressed against his belly as his cock was touching her ass. She wiggled around as the cock head touched more of her as and pussy hole.He kissed her chin and licked down her neck. Then his mouth moved over her chest until he located her right nipple. As he began to suck it into his mouth, he began to make love to it. K. I was now doing this ‘hands free’ with it digging into the sofa and me on my back. This allowed me to lay back and just ride the plastic cock as I smoked. I just loved this feeling of apprehension as to what was going to happen when Dave eventually turned up. Dave was impressed. He had got himself four takers for the party. He struggled with ages but estimated that one was about 30 another two were in their 50s and the last one was probably close to 70. He didn’t care, and he knew Tina.