He sat and indicated the chair behind her. She pulled up the chair, her hands subtly shaking. Lets get this over with. Do you have any idea why youre ...ere? He asked. Taylor, slightly confused, shook her head. No, Mr. Smith, I- He suddenly got up from his chair and began making his way slowly around the desk, not looking at her directly. Taylors breath hitched. I dont know. You are my best student. Of course you know that and yet, I dont understand one thing. He was now behind her, so she. I feet bare at first, but now I love it.Seeing an older woman with a bald cunt almost made Rick start to rut in his chair. Stepping close she asked:“How do you want m…”That’s all she had time for before Rick grabbed her hips, and pulled her down on his lap. The arm-thick cock went straight up her hairless cunt, and Susanne thanked God she was as horny as she was. But it was so big! She nearly felt like she’d done when she was a virgin. Amazed that something that big actually fit. That time had. We had new forecasting models dishing out ridiculous numbers. It meant twice the work for me. A series of slow, repetitive calculations to verify numbers before submitting new requisitions. I would rather have been reading about firemen. I felt worse when my knocks went unanswered again. I had visions of Richard in a straight jacket, taking shock treatments. I turned to my apartment and saw a large package waiting in front of my door. It was addressed to me with a return address of Themes. Welcome to the land of sweet tea.The walk around the inn's gardens relieved seat-butt tension.The shower was roomy and hot, the bed was well received, breakfast was southern style, and their hosts were unpretentious folks. No fancy and high priced chain hotel with moldy chinese wallboard and thin walls. The Claryville was built by craftsman and lovingly restored.They couldn't tear themselves away from the interesting history of the river.Riverboats hauling the treasure of the inland Indians ....