"What party?" I asked."Oh?! Didn't Debbie mention it to you? We're having a party to celebrateyour promotion to partner and also your coming out as a ...oman."The mention of my recent promotion brought me immediately back toreality. The look on my face must have said it all."What's wrong honey?" Debbie wanted to know.I looked at her incredulously, amazed that she didn't understand. "What'swrong?!" I exclaimed. "How in the world am I ever going to go back to mylaw firm looking like this?" I asked,. "I'm... I'm... I'm coming again!" Dutch gasped for air, "Jesus!" Great! Great! Your cock has a mind of its own."They changed positions and now she was on all fours and he rammed it back up her slick hole as several other cars were parking nearby. "Ohhhhhh... Ohhh! CHRIST YES!" You... you... keep on... hittin' my... spot!" Ohhh, fuck me lover, fuck me!"His sensory system crashed at her comments and spasm after spasm racked his loins as he exploded into her. The searing heat of his seed rushing. A minute later I heard a knock on door and found that the postman had come with a magazine that she had subscribed. I took it on her behalf and locked the door. I was wondering whether to leave the magazine there or give it to her. I decided to leave it in her room and went upstairs where her room is. Don’t know why, my heart was beating faster as I approached the room. I tried to knock on the door but found that it wasn’t closed from inside.So I entered the room with the magazine. I could hear. But what about the current project?”“Well, I put in a fireplace and pitched the ceiling.”“The ceiling? If I recall, there’s not much of a crawl space.”“I didn’t check that. But so what?”“That means a change to the roof. That’s pretty expensive.”Tiffany squirmed in her seat. Her temples throbbed. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her skirt. She needed help and knew how to get it.“Can you think of something better to do?” she asked.“I can think of a lot of things to do, but it’s your assignment, not.