“We do get busy sometimes, but today there aren't as many clients expected, so I thought I'd pop by,” he explained. “Have you ever been inside o... a barbershop... Mrs...” “Wanda, please, call me Wanda,” she reminded him, now stroking his muscular arm with her gentle touch. “I like you, know you, so there is no need for formalities.” “Very well then,” he agreed, growing more attracted to her than he had previously imagined. “Have you ever been to a barbershop, Wanda?” “Well, when my husband was. "Not sure if she was snatched but probably. She's called Glory, Gloria something I guess, Vanderhoff. He's State, deputy undersec, a prick, and her mother's CIA, Lebanese more or less, a translator and minor expert on Arab women's affairs, such as they are." Send me a picture," I said as the moaning young woman climbed up my legs and licked the head of my dangling prick, her big tits rubbing on my knees, fat nipples jutting."Please, please," the luscious girl moaned as she mouthed my. You look great by the way." He pulled me up and kissed me. His still-hard exposed cock pressed against my stomach once more, slipping this time with its new-found wetness against my shiny black exterior. "Give me a clue - which courses are you on?" Ben you fool. It's me - Kate." I smiled. "Wha...?" He was staring at my face so I looked down, my mind racing for a suitable distraction. Bingo. I turned round and stood over the toilet, legs apart. "Could you unzip me Ben? I haven't come all this. Sam and I were laying on the living-room floor watch Baby Einstein videos. Samantha giggled and laughed as the puppets on the video made funny sounda and faces. Thats when I got a whiff of baby in the air… “Oh, You stinky butt!” I said. I grabbed her diaper bag and rolled Sam onto her back and proceeded to clean her bottom. She laughed as I jibber-jabbered to her while wiping. “What a cutie you are.” I said to her. Her legs kick wildly as her naked bottom eventually awas cleaned and ready for.