It was masculine but done in taste. There was wood everywhere. Different shades of tans and browns made up his furniture with little pops of red here ...nd there. There were book shelves lining three of the four walls. And on the forth, the one with the door, was a leather couch. His desk was beautiful. It stood out from everything else because it had an antique look to it when everything else was otherwise modern. The base of the desk looked like a tree trunk without the roots, and had a big. He jumped though when unexpectedly but pleasingly she gripped his long shaft. Gently she ran her hand up and down the length of the cock causing him to shudder lightly in pleasure. “I love how long and thick your cock is,” moaned the fleshy beauty. She moved forward and stuck her tongue out starting at the base of his shaft ran it the full length of his member covering the head ever so slightly with her mouth. She flicked her tongue quickly over the tip of his penis looking rolling her eyes. When it was finished, everyone thanked Martin for bringing them together. Everyone believed that it helped them.Greg's death hit Cal very hard. In some ways it was more difficult than THE DAY. He had never been able to shake the guilt over injuring Greg more severely than was necessary. Crippling Greg had clearly led to his downward slide, now culminating in his death.There was no question in Cal's mind that Greg had been a uniquely evil person. Cal did not have the benefit of the. As she looked at me with a questioning face, I just stood there, staring, lost in her beauty, wondering what to say. I couldn’t help glance at her large cleavage, breasts held high by her nursing bra. Her brow scowled.“Peter. What do you want?”My mind focused, once again realizing why I was at my ex wife’s house.“Beth. We need to talk. Can I come in?”Her head pulled back, almost shocked at the request.“What? Why? Can’t we just talk here? Megan is sleeping.”It was her way of saying that.