It seemed that the two understood each other well, and enjoyed hearing of each other. I was starting to feel sleepy. The tea and sticky buns were deli...ious and my belly was full. The warmth of the room seeped into my bones, and sleep descended upon me like a soft blanket."Do you have a daughter yourself Monsieur?" Boyce asked after his third bun.Jon laughed, "Once in my life I had notions that I might marry. I was even promised to the hand of a beautiful lady for a time."Boyce drained the last. Her expression reminded me of my mother’s whenever I said something that she knew wasn’t the entire truth. “So, something did happen.” I swallowed and she blinked. “It couldn’t have been all bad. Francine really did look like she wanted to hook up with you again tonight.”Jordan couldn’t have meant what I thought she meant. “Hook up” could mean any number of things, including getting together for ... No. That wasn’t right. Francine didn’t want to be with me for that.Jordan watched me and asked,. Damn, this is good stuff he thought. When he finally finished reading it he was touching his cock frantically through his boxers. He turned around quickly to find Mackenzie because he needed a release like you wouldn’t believe. “Mac, where are you?” he called out.“Right here, Sergeant,” she said. “You’re not really going to arrest me for a lousy bag of pot, are you?” Aaron’s eyes lit up like a child who first saw the mound of presents on Christmas morning. She was wearing the exact outfit. Her pleasure at that was obvious. She began pushing back at my strokes, begging with her body for more cock. He lay his head back, enjoying her oral skills. Leaning forward, I took hold of her tits, gently squeezing her nipples between my fingers. She moaned and came once again.This seemed to trigger both me and him. I felt her cunt squeeze me, and I wasn't too far from finishing. He groaned in pleasure, and she redoubled her efforts to simultaneously please both of us. She was pounding his.