I was too busy thinking about my night with Lawrence. All of tests came back fine, like I knew they would, and I was starting that very day. I went ba...k to the dorm and changed my clothes. Mr. Earl told me I didn’t need to wear anything special since I was ‘training’, but I still wanted to look my best. At six o’clock, I drove over to Torch. I had been way too nervous to eat, and I was nauseated. I parked my car and let myself in with my new key. I walked into the foyer and saw a man sitting in. . Nos dijeron que dicha fiesta sería temática, esa noche el "tema" era el viejo oeste, nuestro atuendo OBLIGATORIO era un sombrero de vaquero, una blusa sexi, brasier y bragas con zapatos de tacones, mi esposo debía llevar el mismo sombrero ridículo y un boxer, nada mas, asi lucirían todos esa noche.Llegamos a las 9.30 pm, demasiado temprano, nos recibió el dueño y su esposa, de unos 45 a 48 años nos dan la bienvenida , el llevaba el atuendo antes mencionado y ella un "baby doll" con el. There was just something odd this time. Since they both had such obvious tells, they'd given up playing poker together long ago, and she was biting her lip again, as well as drumming her fingers against her thigh. It seemed the stars were aligned on this one. First, the call way out in the boondocks, then the unexpected pileup out on the interstate, now this problem back in the heart of the city with no one there to respond in time. Something big was brewing and he didn't like it at all. This. My dick slipped out of Leep’s pussy and I was shocked she wasn’t gaping open, even a little. Her fuckhole closed completely and her lips touched. She definitely had a sexy, little, pink pussy. I grabbed both of her legs behind her knees and lifted them up, holding them together. “When was the last time you had your pussy eaten?” I asked her.“It’s been a really long time since I’ve done anything, like, a year or more,” she replied, “and I don’t think the last guy ate me out. But I don’t know how.