She had been a little sore the next morning, but there had been no lasting ill effects. She had been told that he was from Morocco. She had seen him a...ound campus, several times, but had only spoken to him one time, and that was to thank him for showing her a good time. Bruce was FAR from being THAT sized, but he was big enough to present a challenge. She soon grew to appreciate that she knew how to deep throat, and did her best to take him all the way in her mouth. She gagged a few times, but. " he said. "I can imagine. I'm glad to see you back. I wanted to come by and talk to you about this whole thing." "Uh-oh - that doesn't sound good." Steve said hesitantly. "No, no. Nothing like that. It's just that since you were still technically working - you were on a business trip - I have some forms for you to fill out for our company insurance." "Oh, I see. Ok." Steve breathed a sigh of relief. "Excuse me for asking, but who are you?" "I'm Bob Jenkins, your boss at work." he said. "I'm. Matt’s serial dating nature wasn’t his style, but it wasn’t his place to judge. “How about you Tom, seeing anyone at the moment?” “No. Been too busy!” “Ah you want to get yourself out there mate! You didn’t pull any hot birds in Europe then. I hear these Czech birds are a bit tasty!” “Ummm… no,” lied Tom. He had consigned Zofie to the never to be repeated regions of his memory. He had lain awake for several nights after returning home and had spent a few hours sulking, when he wasn’t wrapped up. I had obediently slid in between the sheets at her invitation, issued in a throaty whisper, and she had wrapped her arms around my neck. She then pulled me into her bosom and kissed me with abandon, her tongue filling my mouth like an unfurling stair carpet, vibrant, wet and thrusting. I responded as best I could, as did my plunger, but a long night spent in freezing temperatures is not conducive to ones amatory powers, and I had had little sleep in the past twenty four hours. I disengaged my.