“He says good things about you, even if you are a city girl.”“How nice for me,” said Mandy, who thought she should be irritated, but actually ...asn’t.“Actually, it is,” said Stephanie, who seemed to become serious. “He’s a good guy. You could be in lots worse places.”“Are there any pancakes left?” asked Mandy, deciding to move on.“Help yourself,” said Bob. “Batter’s on the counter and the pan is still hot.”Mandy poured three small circles of batter in the big cast iron skillet on the stove and. I could smell the sexand saw a drop dripping from the tip and I licked it off before it couldfall to the floor. It was salty and warm. I have tasted my own beforebut this was not mine. It was my bosses. That made me so hot. I openedmy mouth and engulfed his cock letting the bottom of it ride along mytongue. He let out a deep sigh as I closed my mouth around. My tonguedanced around the head as I slowly slid him in and out of my mouth. Idid everything I could think of that I like when getting. I told Salman “Jaan, you are making me cum but he was silent and kept fucking once I had cum Salman pulled his cock out and turn me onto my back. Salman then wiped my cum off my tummy with his hand and rubbed it all over my chest and face. It was cold and sticky but felt so erotic and he rubbed it onto my nipples and lips. I was now smelling and tasting my own cum like never before. My cock was now limp. Salman pulled away from me and raised my legs over his shoulders. He then put more lube on. "Only from TV, but yeah, I can do it." Good girl."I turned and stepped out from behind the car as the truck coasted to a stop. An older lady was behind the wheel. She looked at me for a few minutes before lowering the window."Do I thank you for opening the store?" she asked as she nodded toward the door we had broken in through."Yes, ma'am," I said as I kept my hand away from my pistol, but in its general vicinity. "Do you have any news?" Other than my husband being dead? No, not much news. I.