Look at they way you're dressed! Look at your HAIR!" Anne's voice beganto get shriller, "And that NICKNAME. WITCH. I did not take you to Massevery Sun...ay for this. My GOD, who do you think you are? SeriouslyMaggie, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"The pot on the stove began to boil over, as Anne glared at her daughter.The color of her face was beet red, and her hands were clenched intofists. Maggie felt an odd sense of calm come over her. She stepped back from thecounter. Her hands came apart, and. Even Mario saw the funny side and got in on the ribbing.At the restaurant, Paul greeted us and showed us to our table, Renee and Ash sitting either side of me with Mario and Nora opposite. It was a lovely relaxing evening, good food, great company and a wonderful way to relax. The music started in the lounge around 10.30, so I suggested we move to the booth. A great local jazz band was playing which was just the music that got my wife and I in the mood and by the embarrassing looks from Ash. Beth watched her mouth open and instead of biting, she pushed the banana in deep. She saw her cheeks bulging out as she took the long banana further into her mouth. She thought how natural it looked having something that large in her mouth and pictured how good the slutty blonde in the porno looked stuffing that laughable little seven inch penis down her throat. She was curious as to how much she could take and pushed the banana in deeper until she gagged, crushing the pulp. Like a starving. “Does it look like I’m planking?” I called out. Neither of them answered and I felt like that was probably ok.Axel entered the room holding a pair of tweezers.“Vat are those?” Ludvig asked, laughing. I also wondered why Axel was carrying tweezers instead of a razor or an electric shaver.“I thought since you like to move fast, we might make this as slow as possible.” Axel smiled.I quivered and a fresh batch of splooge slid out of my puss like a slimy snake. I didn’t think it was possible that.