Erin moaned again and Vincent clamped his hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh “Shh, my love, remember how we got away with it in college!” Erin did remember, and opened her mouth. Indian sex Erin tried to rub her unoccupied clit when she bumped into Vincent’s forehead. “Don’t worry, the fun isn’t over,” Erin winked slyly as she pulled her breasts apart just enough to slide his dick under the bra and between her seemingly huge tits. They all shared a few laughs remembering the haunted house that used to operate at the high school. This was about tonight, and tonight was going to be special. Instead, there was a note taped to the pillow. Giving up on finding her car, he started walking up the far-too-long driveway. Their mouths found each other like the last two pieces of their lives’ puzzles and their tongues performed a dance around each other that seemed to exist deep within their souls. Trust me; you’ll be glad you did!”
Vince grinned and pocketed his cell, checking the time again and realizing his shift was over. Pulling on a shirt, he picked up the note and turned it over and found a photograph taped underneath.
