.think of the one that is waiting for you idiot- Again thank you for waiting, have a seat would you like something to drink ?- No thank you. You see I...m in a hurry could you please tell me what this is about ?- Absolutely. There seems to be a problem with your paperwork. We need to get all this thing through again with a lawyer.- I don't understand when we first started you said everything was alright the house is a bargain you could sell it in just 2 weeks and it's been 3 moths now and you. Instead, she stood and gave him a dirty look and went inside.“That little bastard...”“Who’s a little bastard, Mom?” Lisa hadn’t realized her son was in the room.She looked at him and smiled, “You never mind. You want to help me bring in the decorations. I don’t want to wake in the morning and find them smashed across our yard like last year.They spent the next ten minutes bring everything in, and Lisa turned to lock the door. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going upstairs to take a hot. He stopped sucking her nipple and pushed her back on the couch, lifted her legs over his shoulders and started to run his tongue up and down her wet slit. She was screaming with pleasure as his tongue was flicking her clit over and over again.He started to slid his large fingers inside her tight cunt and she gasped with delight. His big fingers curled upward hitting her G-spot as he pushed them in and out fast and hard. She was moaning and screaming with pleasure when suddenly she squirted her. He justhoped it WAS the medallion that had done the exchange. Ifit were an act of God, they might be this way forever!"We can only hope it works soon!" answered Max."But what are we going to do in the meantime?" A big smileappeared on Fran's masculine face. "I don't mean that, Miss Fine!" We pretend to be each other, of course, Max. Nobody wouldbelieve us if we told them otherwise, besides, imagine howembarrassed you would be if it came out that the famousBroadway producer Maxwell Sheffield was.