Oh my God, I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming!" With her saying that, I sucked hard on her clit, and her entire body shook like she was having a convulsio.... And as usual, as her orgasm climaxed, the normal river of juices began to flow. I tried to drink up as much as I could, but, that's a task that is bound to fail!"Damn baby, you know exactly what to do to make me cum my brains out! Each time, it's better than the last! How do you do it?", she asked. "I don't know, I just do what I think would. You'll be picked up from your house at seven-o'clock." With that, the line clicked off. As usual, Fred had left his weekend plans flexible, so other than having to rush through a shower and dinner, there wouldn't be any problem being ready for his date. He decided on the micromesh briefs, to show off his equipment at the right time, and a jacket and slacks combination that set off his eyes and would be good for dancing or other pre-action activities. His doorbell rang precisely at seven. He. "Who's first?" she whispered, as she knelt, and made herself comfortable.A movement, at the hole to her right. A twenty-dollar bill was gently waving at her. She took it, and stashed it in her tote. Cathy gently grasped the hard penis that soon appeared, and ran her fingers expertly up and down the shaft. "Does that feel good? Do you want me to make it even better?" she whispered, as she began to jerk off the throbbing shaft. She smiled, when another twenty appeared as if by magic. These guys. We had contests to see who could come up with the wittiest play on Mrs. Custler's name. My personal favorite was, "No AC to DC", which I had printed on bumper stickers.If it seems childish, it was. Through most of the spring and summer, I was down at least 20% in polling. Since my personal money was also tight, I spent almost as much time in Concord on business as I had the year before. That is why I was in Concord when the raw sewage encountered the rotating ventilation blade. My part was.