. Okay, I'm exaggerating, a little, but YOU get the idea... "Vickie, this is my esteemed friend and neighbor, Oscar the Grouch. As you may have realiz...d by now, he's kind of direct..." Oscar ran his eyes up and down over Vickie, and he licked his lips. Vickie blushed like a fire hydrant, and my brain lit up like a Christmas tree. Vickie wasn't really that hard to look at, as I may have mentioned. It's just that I knew instantly, on sight, that I didn't want to have to put up with the inevitable. In fact, Tramis had discovered early in his career that he could trade his jugs far more favorably if they contained cider than he could if they were empty.On this particular day, Tramis had been on a journey to trade his pots in a distant town. It was 24,000 steps home to Wildmoor Beach, so Tramis began his journey home early in the morning, pulling his handcart filled with the goods for which he had traded his pots. Unfortunately, Tramis had not been able to trade all the pots he took with. Your pictures... your face... your body...your cock...and in a heartbeat I was so hard!I started daydreaming that you were a colleague, and there you are... sit in the chair next to me You have a hot makeup. Light eyeshadow, long eyelashes, soft lipgloss.You're wearing red glasses, and you look even hotter thanks to them.You're wearing a pink blouse and a white short skirt with side slit so high that I can see fishnet stockings.Your feet are wrapped into a pair of really hot open toes with high. Crying out into his mouth, she arched up into her husband’s body, slamming her hips into his as her walls clamped down over his throbbing cock. Milking out the impending release that she can feel swelling in his balls as they rammed against her ass, her mouth drank deeply of his in a passionate kiss of both longing and immeasurable love.Vince could feel his balls tight and his cock pulse right before thick ropes of hot cum spilled out into his wife’s tight cunt. He heard her cries echo in his.