" Moments later, to his delight, a little girl's voice answered the phone."Hello. Who is this?" the little voice asked."This is your mother's friend, ...r. Dalton. May I speak with your Mommie?" Yes... , Okay. I'll call her—Mommieee... !"Hello," a soft dulcet voice said, "This is Mrs. Larson." Hello, Sweetie. Miss Rydell said you called." Oh, Randy. Thanks for calling back. I was just getting ready to go to work after I drop the girls off at school." Was that little Betsy that answered the phone. .all kinds of fuck stuff that, some time ago maybe that would seem fucking deviant or fucking sick to me, but I get so deep in my fuck madness, that I fucking care less day by fucking day, I even start to become fucking addicted to it and I just fucking look for more and more fuck. Man, if I got fucking paid for all the crazy fucking stuff I did in my life...I`d be a fucking billionaire by now :).No matter how much fuck I get, there is never fucking enough fuck for me, so I`m fucking paying. ...yummy'I looked over at this and saw that Annie's fingers were groping for Tony's zip and they slowly eased open his trousers, her fingers slipped inside and after a little adjustment she started to pull forth Tony's cock, I looked up to see a worried look on his face as he caught my eye but I smiled back at him and he relaxed as Annie slowly started to stroke his cock, her fingers surrounding his shaft as she squeezed and slowly massaged him. She eased his cock further out and leaning it. I felt your muscles tense and heard your muffled sharp intake of breath as I penetrated you under the table in the midst of that busy restaurant. I removed my hand and surreptitiously licked your arousal from my knuckles while I smiled over them at you and remarked with a twinkle in my eye that I was pretty sure desert was the tastiest part of the whole meal. I wanted nothing more than to race back to the hotel, or even just grab you in the parking lot, and fuck you hard and fast till we.