”“But you are the oldest, aren’t you?” he asked.Kinsley rose and began to dress. “Yeah, but not the oldest of the eligible women.”“True....Must you leave?”Kinsley smiled. “Quinton, you are by far the best fuck I’ve ever had. You ensure I have more orgasms than anyone else. Hell, even three men at once can’t accomplish that. I’d love to stay and fuck you until the end of time, but we both know that isn’t an option for me or you. So yeah, I must leave.”Quinton pulled Kinsley down and kissed her. Maybe we can even Skype once in a while, or I can send a video I’ve taken, or maybe even do a live video porncast of some kind. I promise all those things, and I will miss you.”Mike said, “Good. Now call Roger back and accept. I have a month to enjoy you before you go, so I’m going to be storing up lots of memories of you and me together doing fun and sexy stuff together.”“You still picking me up for dinner and whatever?”“Six-thirty, babe, depending on the winds the jet runs into on my way down. He didn't move his hands even when he felt Mirage start to cough and then her eyes opened, her irises held pin pricks of red from being asphyxiated. "Hunter?"Dianna stepped back, breathing a huge sigh of relief. Mirage might be a complete pain in the ass, but she was Dianna's pain in the ass and Dianna wanted to keep her that way. Then she saw Hunter's face and she knew, things were definitely going to be different from now on. "What was that?" It was a smell, Dianna. There was a cool breeze. "She was taking some things out of the pink and white sack and laying them on the table. She leaned forward and re-paired her make-up first. Her breasts were a sight to behold swaying across her chest as she moved carefully to apply something to her lashes, not too much, just touching a little to each. She brushed a blusher onto her face, and then carefully applied the bright red lipstick. She examined it, leaning close to the mirror, her breasts hanging low, nearly touching the.