She’d first met Veronica on Tuesday. Veronica was one of a handful of women sales consultants. She told Santana that her boss, Jake Steele, had been...instrumental in getting that change to happen, since just a few years ago, the entire sales team was just a bunch of old white men. Jake had complained, and insisted they hire more people of color, and more women, and pay them well. Of course, the old white men resisted, but only until the infusion of new ideas and new blood started causing sales. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like he was forgetting something very important.“He probably lives in a dump,” Melinda said satisfied that Mike was finally on the defensive. She added, “It is about time that asshole got a little taste of his own medicine.”“This evening is going to be a disaster,” Jim said while starting the limousine. Jim checked the mirror just in time to see Melinda double-checking her make-up. For someone who was not interested in the man with whom she was going to a. The Coach stood and turned to face the team. He began to walk towards them, then stuck out his arm when he came to the first seat of boys. He patted them on the shoulder and said, “good season”. The whole bus of players gave a big sigh of relief as Coach went seat to seat giving hi-fives, until he came to the third seat from the back on the left side. He just skipped that one and continued congratulating the rest of the players. Billy had that seat to himself and sat with his legs stretched out. " She smiled up at him and kissed him and rubbed her juicy pussy along his hip. His hands slid over her smooth warm skin, finding new erogenous zones and eventually more familiar ones. Her rubbing intensified. Her fingers stroked his scrotum and moved up to the base of his penis thickening in her hand. Short kisses became longer. Tongues met and played.Hardening enough, she straddled his thighs and held his penis, guiding it into her welcoming hole and sending it into its depths. Kisses only.