In fact, why don’t you ride Jenny’s cock?”“Why?” Pita asked, peering past me with a suspicious look on her face.“So I can sit on Jenny’s...face and enjoy one of my fantasies,” moaned the MILF. “I’ve always wanted my partner, your father, to lick me clean afterward. But he wouldn’t touch his cum. Jenny, however, loves hers.”“Mmm, yum,” I said, smacking my lips as I squirmed on my back. “That sounds delicious, Mrs. Asis. I would love to devour my spunk out of your cunt!”“Oh, my god, my friend is a. She needed to make calls and I realized I did too. She said she'd call back in an hour.The call surprised the president's secretary. "Did I forget something?" she asked."No. Is it okay to call?" I asked."Anytime, sweetie. My husband works late. He could have an assistant working, but he figures it's the time when students need him most. He has an assistant to open the library early and deal with the professors' needs or note what she can't help them with. He's often there early too though. It's. Jack was tall, but this guy would make even him look short. And Amy was pretty sure Jack didn’t have biceps like that. Or a six-pack you could cut your finger on. Or dark, silky smooth shoulder length hair and eyes like green moss. Her eyes inevitably found the happy trail of hair leading into the depths of his towel and she swallowed. It was a short towel, tucked around his narrow hip, riding dangerously low. Water drops glinted over his body and she realised he probably had to get out of the. The two smiled together when they parted."Well, that was fucking adorable," said Ashley, wiping a tear away from her own eye. "I want to help." She straightened up and put on a serious face. "I don't know anything about the whole magic aspect, but I do have high-level access to the museum's most secure areas. I'd prefer if we didn't have to destroy a priceless, 3800-year-old idol, buuut… if that's the cost of doing business…" She shrugged.James pulled his sister into a group hug. "We'd be happy.