Actually, it wasn't paperwork. Everything was electronic with appropriate security and encryption. What do you call it? "digiwork?" Not really the poi...t, I guess.When she opened the door, Karen looked different. She was relaxed, but then she was always relaxed with me. She seemed very happy, but then she always did in our personal moments.I could tell. I broke into a big smile and she knew.A man who focuses on his woman's pleasure usually reaps big rewards. I could certainly score points by. He didn’t stop me, so I touched his cock. As I held it in my hand it slowly started to grow. The longer I held it the harder it got and with half a minute he was rock hard and that cock of his must have been at least 9” long but not real thick. As I slowly stroked it, I said, “Want me to stop or you want me to ask my wife if she wants to ride it?” He said, “No I don’t want to wait that long.” I bent over slightly and lick his cock head. Then I slowly took it in my mouth. What a nice tasting. Without wasting a min i remove my jeans and jockey and hugged her tightly. I started kissing her body and put my dick in her love hole. Her body is shivering heavily….wo boli… Pls dont fuck me tumhara lund bahut mota lamba hai jaan, bahut dard hoga…aur upar se hamare paas condom bhi nahi hai.After hearing ki condom bhi nahi hai….mai samajh gaya ki aaj ankita ka bhi mann ho raha hai sex karne ka, bas wo dard ki wajah se mana kar rahi hai. I started pressing my dick inside…she moans. I couldn't guess how many print reporters there might be in the crowd, but I hoped for at least a few. Barbara stepped up the microphone on the observation platform that was connected to four speakers mounted on the top of the passenger car. It really did feel like Truman, though I think he had eight speakers. Well, from humble beginnings.For 0900 on a late October morning in this northern part of the country, the weather was quite balmy. 65 degrees, clear skies, and one couldn't hope for.