Innocently he entered their apartment, like-a-thief-in-the-night–hoping she wasn’t there so he could wash the stink from between his legs. When he...saw her talking on the phone, he thought of doing his Pink Panther routine–stealthily making his way to the shower. But that would only have brought attention to him when it was likely she would confront him–worse yet–she would sniff him out. Covering the telephone’s mouthpiece she said, ‘Hey fucker.’ ‘Hey–‘ he said realizing he didn’t have a pet. I then left the store, all pretenses at renting movies forgotten.She arrived at the approved time and was still a little nervous, so I had her drink a glass of wine that my wife enjoys. A tasty red, with a kick.After which she loosened up some. We talked a little and I could see the aprehension melt off of her as we became more and more acquainted. I cracked a few jokes and poured on the charm and she was like putty in my hands. I asked her about if she was ok to try some tame pics to start,. “ - Voila petite Kitty !... Miaule ou ronronne si tu le désires !” Dit Maîtresse Xaviera, en glissant un large ring-gag autour du gode qui avait fait subir tant de deepthroat aux lèvres gourmandes de sa petite Chatte soumise et prisonnière, et le fit glisser dans la bouche déjà écartelée, avant d'en fixer la sangle sur les boucles de sa cagoule de latex.“ - Haaaannnnn !…‘Ui , Mai’resse !Me’ci, Mai’resse ! Haaaannnnn !… ” Soupira la petite Kitty, en sentant le gode se retirer de sa bouche,. They talked about what was going on in the neighborhood, in the city, in the world. Jill was interviewing for the assistant principal’s job at the high school where the pool was. Everyone agreed she’d be wonderful for the position. They ate appetizers, watched the grilling efforts, drank a bit more wine, and generally acted like they’d been friends forever.When they’d eaten their fill everyone bustled and got dinner picked up, dishes in the dishwasher and nightcap in hand proceeded to the.