..I just said that heheheSam smiled and gently grabs the back of reagans hair and slowly pushes her head down to his hard dick. Reagan has her nice a...s in the air facing the hotel mirror where Sam can see the whoreish writing on her ass cheeks as she undoes his khakis and puts his dick in her super warm soft mouth. Sam had only planned to let her give him a few sucks but she was swirling her tongue on his dick and it felt so damn good. Reagan - does it feel good? (She asks as if looking for. “Oh,” I said, sorry, not sorry.“Yeah, he cheated on me ... with one of my best friends! The louse! Both of them!”She had on her typical shorts and tee shirt. Sports shorts and a loose tee, that is. Long legs and now barefoot. I had a hard time keeping with the conversation.“Oh ... sorry,” was all I could think of to say.Personally, I had not had many girlfriends, ok one girlfriend and that was a year ago, and she had ‘moved on’. So... “Well, you have me!” I exclaimed, as a kind of a joke.She. But when she walked by, they watched, sucked in their bellies and drooled.When they left, headed back toward Philadelphia, our company was assigned to see them safely out of camp and far enough south that they could travel with only the old man's entourage which amounted to a wagon, his fancy carriage and a pair of black-skinned outriders dressed as Pennsylvania militia.All went well that soft day until a group of Hessians sprung a well-conceived trap that cut the carriage off from the others,. ‘The crown of the tree destroyed my fence and landed in our ornamental pond. Killed off our koi.’ ‘I still have you all beat,’ Julia said. ‘For four weeks, now, I’ve had to take a taxi to work, and I still had to pay to get the wreckage of my old car off my own drive.’ ‘But we know all this,’ said Mrs Travis – just as Julia remembered that her name was Catherine. She looked at Julia, lighting a cigarette from the ornate wooden box on the coffee table. ‘Why are we all here?’ ‘Well, my insurance.