Phone the girls

In the (late) morning, you wake up with full wood. Unlike most days, the first thing you do isn't thrash the life out of it. You smile in the recollection of the girls from the night before, particularly the gorgeous Cora's face as she swallowed your cum, and wonder what else you can do with your new powers. The scrap of paper you've taken from the sex shop with two names and numbers on it give you some inspiration. Maybe you should call one of them. Hell maybe both. Your boner reaches new and painful proportions thinking about what else you could do with them.

You dial Cora's number.

"This number is not available right now. Please leave a message,"

Shit. You try Juliet's

Same damn thing. They had turned their phones off. D'oh! They figured you would call. You had told them to write their numbers down after all. You had just forgotten to tell them to keep their phones on.

Shit!

Stymied, you shower and head into town. The possibilities it seemed were endless. Last night the streets were deserted. Now, they were teaming. At the town square, you grab a portion of fries for breakfast and stand under the awning of a grocer's shop. Among the pedestrians on the square you see: two young mother's pushing buggies; a group of 4 Goths standing at a bus stop; A young couple holding hands - she is a really tall blonde in a nice dress with rosy cheeks; two black girls, both in leather / wet look leggings. The older, maybe 24 is very curvy with a really large backside and the younger 18 or 19, is really thin. Then you see Peggy, a thin Chinese girl who was at school with you, so she should be 18 or 19 too. She is incredibly hot. So much choice. You decide to use your horn and get to know someone a bit better.

But who?