Mattanthas was laughing. ‘I’ve never seen a journalist so nervous! What’s the matter?’ he asked. ‘What?’ My first reaction was to deny it....‘I’ve interviewed a lot of people more famous than you. Why should I be nervous?’ ‘Dunno. Why should you be?’ ‘Eh?’ At that we both snorted and started laughing all over the place. ‘That was the most articulate thing I’ve ever heard!’ he laughed. We were still laughing as our waiter appeared at our elbows. ‘What is your pleasure?’ he asked. Mr. Mattanthas. The joy I felt boiling up from my own nuts mademe appreciate the fact that the c***d I produced along with my wife, my ownflesh and blood, was now ready to produce c***dren of his own.He was squirming now and I loved how he moaned with each delightful thrustof his hand. His foreskin slipped over and back, over and back, across hisglistening cock-head. He had a copious amount of precum flowing by now.His hand was jerking to the solid beat of the music,stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke, and. Next Leanne stood up. I finally got a glimpse of her huge ass all free in the back of her thong. Her last two piece of clothing look like they wanted to burst off her busty body. She first put her hands on her hips. She seductively pulled on her thong. “I know what every guy wants to see. It’s not my big ass or small waist. Definitely not my loud mouth. It’s my big boobs. Her you go guys. Don’t stare to long.” She said as she pulled her green halter top over her head. My mouth fell. He’s your sex god.” There was giggling. “Ew… He’s so old. How could I let him fuck me?” “I don’t see what your problem is. He’s sexy. I’d jump him any time he wanted. Go talk to him. Ask him flat out if he fucked your ass. He’s the kind of guy who would tell you to your face. So, go ask him!” She hung up.Chapter 4 I was waiting in my room, pretending to be writing a bit for my new book, when she came in. She didn’t come in quietly and ask, and she certainly didn’t plop down on my lap like she’d.