So, perhaps not so cool after all! When the last had gone and all was secure I went to the sitting room where Jen was sitting by the fire in a deep ar...chair and drinking a brandy. A decanter and a second glass stood on a small table beside her. ‘Join me?’ I sat in the chair on the other side of the fire and she poured me a glass. Without thinking, I spread my legs and unbuckled the pistol from my thigh, glad to get it off. I sorted my dress out. I placed the gun and holster on the floor beside. But it’s over between Donny and I, and I think he is just trying to be civil to an ex-wife who divorced him.’ ‘I hope so,’ I told her rather firmly, ‘because I don’t want used baggage coming between us and our relationship.’ ‘Not a chance, you wonderful man. Just come her and let me show you how I feel,’ came her reply. That evening we had some great sex. I felt so close to Brit that night, my ego was bolstered, my concerns about Donny-boy exiled to the back of my mind. The new PDAs were a. A disgruntled secretary used her cell phone to capture a meeting in a large food company where the topic of product placement was the only item on the agenda.It was a single diatribe that got posted: Who the fuck cares about that old bat? People have to buy food. We sell it. They have to play it our way. They can’t do shit about it.It was probably the first and last sentence that triggered the firestorm. It seemed a lot of people cared about ‘the old bat.’ It seemed that a lot people felt they. I remove the t-shirt momentarily to mutter “Yessss, so good!” in a hushed, panting whisper. “Everywhere?” “Yes, everywhere feels good.” “Even here?” you ask, this time pushing your finger harder into my ass, so that I begin moaning. I hurriedly stuff the t-shirt back in my mouth, managing to cover up the rest of my pleasure noises. You stop and I am able to reply, ‘Yes that feels good, Tom. Now, fuck me harder with your cock.’ You comply, ramming your dick into my repeatedly, hard and fast..