The commercial kitchen had an excellent setup for whatever mom had planned. In one area, they had conveyors that went from the walk-in coolers to prep...ration stations close to the ovens. Another had what looked to be some form of automatic can openers and a system that could be programmed to dump the opened cans into a giant vat as they moved down the line. At the end of that line, it would wash the emptied cans out, remove as much of the label as possible, and then crush them. They arranged. She wasn’t a virgin any longer. She vaguely remembered being someplace, maybe a motel, she just wasn’t sure. It seamed like Marie was there also, but her mind was just too foggy, she could not be sure. Angela called Marie’s cell phone, but it went straight to voice mail. That was unusual, she never turned off her phone.“Dad. Can I borrow the car for a little while? I want to go over to Marie’s,” Angela asked.“Sure kid. Just drive safe,” Fred replied.He watched his daughter’s very fine ass as. But the two couldn’t do anything about it. Jacking off side to side? That’d be so weird. No, they’d just have to suffer through it. I mean, what else could these girls possibly do? Grant and Jude could control themselves, no problem. Or so they thought. Just as Grant had silently decided this in his head, Carolina and Rachel unleashed the other’s massive breasts. The two sets of D-cups jiggled out of containment, nipples hard as little diamond studs. The two girls rubbed and kneaded the other. Jetzt mußte ich zur Toilette und danach schaue ich mich noch ein bißchen im Laden um bevor ich bezahle und gehen. Ich denke sie folgen mir jetzt besser in mein Büro und dann können wir das klären, wenn es so ist. Schauen sie hier sagte Karin und hob den Bügel und zeigte ihm den BH.Den habe ich mir ausgesucht. Soll ich ihn etwa wieder zurück hängen bevor ich die Toilette aufsuche? Ich denke, das läßt sich klären. Bitte kommen sie ganz ruhig mit oder wollen sie, dass ich meine Kollegen rufe und.