“I just don't usually drink this much.”“Here,” he stood up, placing one hand on her arm and the other on her waist, and guided her to the couc.... He dropped his half-eaten box of pasta into her lap.Ava reached into the box, plucking out a piece of dry pasta and placing it in her mouth. “This is... not good,” she laughed again, as she crunched through it.“What are you talking about? It's amazing.” He sat next to her and reached into the box for a handful of pasta.Ava’s face flushed, from too much. Seven fits inside nine and five eighths. 9 5/8ths fits in eleven and seven eighths.2 and 7/8ths isn’t very long... 15 feet and it’s solid. The rest are hollow and slip fit. They need to be greased regularly ... and this one wasn’t. I found it sitting outside in a rainstorm. There was an old four cylinder to run the hydraulics. Surprise me ... the Clark forklift four cylinder started ... in the rain.“If it’s working you get a working reach of seventy five feet,” said the eminently reasonable. He begged me not to fuck his boyfriend so I really laid into whacking my balls against his face so he couldn't talk and just raised my voice, explaining how I've already made up my mind. His cum went so far it hit me. I couldn't take it anymore either and let loose all over his face. It was a sloppy mess. I rubbed my cum in his face and he complained he couldn't see. I laughed and made him lick cum off my fingers. He did. As I was leaving he asked if this was between us and I told him he had. I’ll call him JK.He had acquired cash and fame a few years earlier with some sizzling beats that became standards. Like Holli, he was enjoying success, working just hard enough to keep things flowing. I sensed compatibility on multiple levels when I drove them to a series of clubs and parties on a few occasions.Although they had never done it in the car, I assumed they did elsewhere based on how they acted in public as well as the way they talked as I drove.“Home,” she texted me from the back.