"George, I'm a married man; I don't go putting it about with the young talent in the office, you know that." Oh yeah, who's going to believe that, tho...e girls were making very clear that you only have to say the word, at that party they had the other week. Hey, Betty (Georges barmaid) heard that new one, you know the married bird with the big knockers? Well, Betty said she heard her tell those other two that she'd jump your bones for you; all you got to do is give her the nod." George,. Mr. Schmidt's soul had been damaged by greed, which in turn was the result of an over-developed sense of self-worth, in other words, narcissism.Over the next two days the surviving members of the Schmidt family talked in the condo's living room about the tragedy that overtook Jason's parents. Their grandmother took the two teenagers through a mental journey into the past as she tried to figure out if there was anything she might have done to contribute to her son's personality. As they listened. One day I was in the kitchen, drinking some beer, when they came to me laughing. Marry sat down, took some beer and light a cigarette. She was dressed in one of those colorful dresses, and a leather jacket that I guess it was her guys’. She looked damn hot. “You know what I am thinking?” said she, smoking quite nervously. “We should start making some porn movies.” I raised my eyebrows. “We’re young and those things sell on good money over the net! What do you think?” “Ooook.” I laughed thinking. Karl held the buzzing vibrator halfway inside Yvette through the climax. As she came down physically and emotionally, he drew out the probe and switched it off. Yvette opened her eyes and watched as Karl lined up his erection with her soaked cunt and drove it in. Long slow strokes became long faster strokes then short fast strokes. Karl threw his head back and howled as he blew his seed inside Yvette who simply watched it happen without emotion. Karl and Yvette lay on the sheeted bed spooning..