I’m gona go jump back in, it’s getting chilly. I’ll call you back later ok?” I say trying to get off the phone. My nipples are hard little peb...les, but not from a draft. Antonio leans up and takes the nipple I was playing with into his mouth and sucks hard. I stifle a groan. “Not tonight, I’m tired and just going to go to bed.” Yeah, I bet he is, only not alone. I’d bet my house he is bedding a tight assed, big busted blonde as we speak and he is doing his, I’ll call her so she won’t suspect,. He is a music bootlegger who tapes music off the air and sells the tapes. It's not uncommon. This is her first song in English; her cousin got it for her especially because he thought she would really like the love story that goes with it." What love story?" Apparently this song was released world wide very suddenly just a few days ago by an American singer. It was released without copyright or royalties. She apparently spent her own money to get it out fast. Officially it's a gift to her fans. I pulled on the plastic coated end of the tie to my jogging pants. The knot undid easily. Pull these down. Gill took her hands from behind her head and grasped the waist band and eased the jogging bottom down over my hips, exposing my cock, then passed my knees that I had obligingly pulled up and together to help her. Suck it. I ordered her when the garment was on the floor next to my foot and I had once again, placed my feet down and parted me knees to either side of her slim body. She didn’t. I toasted the buns because they were getting a little stale. The realization shook me as I realized there would be no more food deliveries. I was further shaken when I realized that no more deliveries meant exactly that and covered everything! There would be no food, no gas, no clothes. Nothing would be delivered again, ever.Bert and Ed came in. They headed for the restroom to wash up. I saw Ed waiting. I called out, “Ed, use the ladies’ room. No one is here to mind.” Ed blushed and then he.