We held our kiss longer this time. After awhile we finally released our kiss. I then felt her hand rub my pants where my dick was. She put my hand on ...her right boob, indicating that she wanted me to play with it. Startled, I pulled my hand back. "I'm sorry, did I come on too strong?" she asked worriedly. "Just a bit," I replied. "I'm sorry, I guess I better go then," she said sadly as she headed for the door. I then realized how bad I wanted her, I loved how her size D breast felt in my hand,. "I'm sorry, should I call back later?"The other person, Deb, laughed again. "Barbara says that if you know her, you know when to call."Sandy was getting desperate. "Please, before you hang up, I don't know her very well, I just met her last week. My name is Sandy Sparks."There was some muffled noise on the phone, and the voice on the other end of the line changed. "Miss Sparks?"Sandy exhaled. Relax, girl. Calmly, you're the Ice Queen. "Sandy, please." Sandy, Chief Kostowe called me last. It was tooearly in the year for snow, but with the wind chill, it certainly feltcold enough. "Hi Brenda, do you have a few minutes?" asked Helen.I'd persuaded Helen to make the call, but now I started to think thatmight have been a mistake. Not having made the phone call was certainlyfrustrating. I had to wait until she'd finished to find out what Brendahad said. I'd managed to gleam a few things from listening to Helen'sside of the conversion, but on its own, it didn't really make sense.. “The beat is called ’She’s a Squirter.’ Look it up on YouTube. It writes itself! I know, I’m good. Rigo, get on that, huh?” I said to him, who mixes.“All right.”After our session that night, Jason and myself went on our excursion.“Now, you sure this chick is real?”I wasn't exactly sure how to answer this. She may be a Catfish.“Jase, we exchanged pictures. We exchanged nudes. She said she eats...”“Stop. Like a cupcake? Just notify me if she's real. We'll have a plan. Text me if it ain't her on.