”It was after the lunch rush and there were still a few customers in the pizzeria. Working at the rear of the room, Dan was busy mopping the floor. ...he floor was decorated with a hodge-podge of colored tiles that prompted some of the guests to jump from tile to tile like a game. He rather enjoyed the act of mopping the floor. It was the kind of task that allowed him to think while accomplishing something. He mopped the floor three times a day; once after lunch, one before the evening rush, and. Yet.As I watched the giant vessel slice through the water below us, my thoughts were of course obsessed with Riley. I couldn’t quite figure out what her objective was with me. The kiss last night, though not overly passionate, wasn’t a friendly peck on the cheek either. I thought odds were good that she at least had a crush on me, and I was becoming more and more enamored with her as well.But the question of her age still hung over my head. Was she underage? If so, was my fascination with her. .. Yes, my husband," she intoned weakly."And you must learn that when you displease me, you will be disciplined. It was stupid of you to think I wouldn't notice the silverware." But, I..." Quiet! When I want you to speak I will give you permission. You really are quite stupid aren't you Marianne?" ... Yes, my husband." Stupid and ugly like a cur dog. So when you act like a dog you shall be treated like one. Have you eaten?" No, my husband." Then sit there and beg like a dog!" he said as he. I need to cum again, so fucking bad baby, so give it to me fast and hard, with that big fat long cock of yours.”With that said, I went into fast speed with my fucking of Cindy’s pussy, and with just a few strokes she cried out, “Oh fuck, yes, keep fucking me like that, yes, right there, don’t you fucking stop, I’m about to fucking cum baby, shit don’t fucking stop. Shit, I’m cumming, fuck me, I’m fucking cumming, don’t fucking stop, fucking me, I’m cumming.”While I kept fucking Cindy’s pussy,.