I'm selling you the time it would take you to do it yourself. Want to find out how much overhead your competitor has for a new line they're coming out...with? I can find out. You want to find some loser that owes you money? I can do that too. You want me to find you some willing young piece of ass because you're tired of your present bed toy? Go fuck yourself; I don't do that. I have standards; they may be pretty low and at times flexible, but I do have standards.Anyway, I was sitting in my. Hell, she even uses words like "antioxidants." Seriously, who is anti oxygen?I was nervous about asking her home to meet them. Some timid girls are jumpy about going to the site of a chainsaw massacre and sequels, but she jumped at the opportunity (hurting my neck in the process since I was feasting between her legs at the time. Can you say "whiplash," boys and girls?) Her first question as she attached a neck brace to me: What kind of tofu will she serve? Oh yes, dear reader, there will be. The Reverend and Beverly had just sat down to dinner, but Annie was nowhere in sight. Cautiously, Reid stepped into the house. ‘Where’s Annie?’ ‘She’s staying at a friend’s house tonight,’ Beverly answered. Sensing something was off, Reid played along. ‘Which friend?’ ‘Amanda Reynolds. They have a project due in a few days, and they wanted to finish it.’ He nodded. It was plausible enough, but he didn’t buy it. Excusing himself, he asked for directions to the Reynolds’ house. He watched his. I put the bag down and walked around looking for another bag. I found 2 more. One had a pair of green lacy boyshorts. They stunk in such a fucking hot way. They were more musky than the previous ones. This girl had a huge bush as evidenced by the long pubes left behind. Her ass smelled strongly like her pussy. It was not a delicate smell. It was sharp and I could tell it had probably been a couple days since she had showered. But I fucking loved it. I rubbed my cock on the inside f her still.