She then proceeds to climb back on top of me and pull a condom out of her pocket or purse. Since she hasn't inquired about the location of my stock, my best guess is that she got it from her own supply. The sound of her ripping it open is followed by the sensation of her hands rolling it down over me. I scratch my head and rub my eyes because the only thing I can make out in the darkness behind my eyelids is a silhouette of Mandy. Dammit! I want to put her out of my mind, and I understand that this is the way to do it. So why isn't it working? I don't understand why I keep seeing her. Missing her? Loving her?
I feel the blonde's hand around me, and I know that if I don't stop her, she's going to slide onto my c**k any second now, so I jerk up in the bed and shove her off of me as quickly
