Even the outfit was the same. "You... You look like." Reggie said as he fainted from the shock of seeing someone over two hundred yours old in front o... him. When he recovered, he was laying on a den sofa with the young man sitting next to him. "You okay?" The man asked. "Yes." Reggie said as he reached over to the end table and collected his glasses. "You look just like Gallery Fence, the original owner of this house." "That's because I am Gallery Fence." Gallery said as his pupils glowed red. This position gives her just enough space at the rear corners to place her toes on the seat by my ass cheeks. She is facing in the same direction that I had been before. As she continues to dance she lowers her moist pussy to my lips and I hungrily eat her. Her juices taste so good that I never want to stop licking her. As I satisfy her needs she places her hands on my knees and leans forward until she has my rigid cock in her mouth. It is the best sixty-nine that you could ever get. Then just. “We kind of start about eight o’clock even though people know we don’t start taking orders and such until eight-thirty. We backlog some stuff to speed the meals along, just the way a restaurant does. In fact, I know so much now about service for eighty or a hundred people that I could open a restaurant ... at least providing Bobbie Wyatt coached me about how to prepare breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. She’s the master chef here.”Alec blushed, “I met Bobbie last night again ... she ... she came. His cock was quite lubricated from the fucking, as was her asshole. His cock head slipped past her sphincter opening and began a slow entry. She couldn’t believe it – it felt good. Damn good. She started pushing her ass back against his cock, driving it deeper and deeper. Then the bus driver hit the gas again. Whoosh – she was fully skewered. His cock was balls deep up her ass and she was ecstatic. Nothing had ever felt this good before. She loved it and didn’t know why she never let this.