We started talking about his girlfriend not putting outand the next thing I know his big pussy pounder is trying to take upresidence in my throat.If w...rd of this gets out I am a dead man.God that big stud is starting to fuck my face. His cock tastes so fuckinggood. You would have to see him to understand; if you look up the words allAmerican jock in the dictionary you would see Trey smiling up from thepage. He is just the hottest guy I have ever seen in my life. Short croppedblonde hair, deep. I took off the head, stood up and looked out the window. Marci was still passing out candy, bending over frequently to greet the kids at their own level. She was a natural red-head, with curls just like her mother. I watched her legs and exposed ass, unconsciously rubbing myself through my jockeys. There was a fantasy brewing, and I couldn't help it. I pulled my erection from my underwear, sat back down, closed my eyes, and pictured Marci's scantily clad ass waving back and forth in front of. ’ ‘I know,’ Annie said with a sigh. ‘My home, my job, my husband. I’m thankful for everything, but…’ ‘Are you?’ Annie was taken back by the question. ‘Why, yes, yes I am.’ ‘Have you said it lately?’ ‘I’m sure I have.’ ‘I could check.’ ‘You can?’ ‘Yep. I’m not sure you’ll like the results.’ ‘Well, I don’t have to say it to…’ ‘No, you don’t HAVE to. No one really needs to HEAR it. But maybe you’re the one who needs to SAY it.’ ‘Why do I need to do that?’ Zuzu looked at her patiently. ‘Who’s the. Wonderful sex, true, but what they had was so much more complex, and richer than just the sex. If only, he thought, he could think of some way to tell her, to show her…. She was one of the smartest women he knew, not perhaps, as well educated as some but self-taught and rich with native intelligence. They could carry on a conversation on almost any topic and she understood many things about his job almost intuitively. The longer he knew her, the more things he found to love and admire about.