Even though I'd known her for only a short amount of time I knew her enough to know if there was something she wanted to talk about she would.Anyway, ...hen we weren't engaged in strenuous extracurricular activities Cynthia and I basically just hung out. A lot of talking and a lot of just cuddling which to tell the truth was just as nice as the fucking. Okay, almost as nice as the fucking. The fucking might get old after a while ― maybe a century or two ― but the talking and just being with each. I hadn't bothered with a wig or make-up, as I just enjoyed the feeling of the clothes. And then it all happened. Suddenly, a car came around the corner of the building, its headlights shining directly on me. As quickly as I could, I tossed the cigarette and tried to dart inside. I had closed the sliding glass door to prevent smoke from entering my apartment, so it took me longer than I would have liked to get back inside. I hoped the driver hadn't seen me, or if he did, thought I was just a. She was just saying. “i love this, ray i love. Mmmmmmmmmmmm………uuuuuhhhhhhh. I love you. Ya kiss it , bite it , eat it , eat it dear eat it. Today i am your bitch, fuck me hard till i would cry, mwahwahwah……..mmmmmmmm” then i goes down so i pulled of her pant and panty, then i ask her in a royal style “Can i eat this tasty dish” . She replied, “this body is yours, you can do everything you can. U are my husband and i am your wife .”so at first smell that arear, she was 16 , so public hair are. ”“Of course Adam. You name it and I’ll make it happen. What’s up?” I asked.“Our international team has booked an extra conference and we don’t have an international team to send to manage it. You are in charge of our number one national team. Do you think you can oversee a conference in Vancouver, British Columbia?” Adam asked. “Yes sir. No problem.” I replied. “Good deal. That is awesome. Make sure you and your team are set with passports and any other information you need. The conference is.