I see Lauren’s head is rolling from side to side as her hands dig into Craig’s hips. “Is it safe?” Chris asks as he thrusts into me. I can fe...l his climax coming closer but I shake my head “No, cover me” I say as I cup my breasts wanting him to cover me with his cum not fill me. His hand moves up and down his cock as he watches my fingers moving in and out of my pussy. His palm rubs over his tip with every stroke before he tenses and points his cock at my stomach. His long thick ropes of cum. ” Helen replied with a smile.“There’s a clip of the olive thing, with the headline ‘Contessa Helena de San Finzione: Shaken Not Stirred.’ Troy’s going to want a shot of that. Oh, one about you buying them all lunch. ‘Contessa Helena de San Finzione to Press: Let You Eat Cake! Buys lunch for reporters and entire restaurant!’”“Perfect.” Helen said, taking another drink. “My full name, cozying up to the press, AND them patting themselves on the back. Who’s not gonna hate that? Let’s keep that up. Except that some of their high toned clients found themselves in ethical, if not criminal, trouble. Gene, with his police background worked the underbelly of corporate life.Along the way his wife died of cancer and he raised Cathy pretty much on his own. Did a hell of a job too.He and Daddy stayed in touch and Gene’s work sometimes overlapped with the KCPD. The two of them helped each other out when it was legal and appropriate. Or when they wanted to.Then Gene inherited the Wrigley and some. Thinking it might be a salesmen or someone I could make fun of and harass or a friend to hang out with, but when I opened the door and saw a beautiful girl about my age standing there. She was about a inch or two shorter than me and was wearing those sweat pants that girls are into which are more like pajama bottoms and a white sweater that said sassy on the front. As I examined her in my mind from her bottom up I laid eyes on her face which she didn’t seem to notice the door was open and was.