”“Was it hard?” asked her mother.“Was what hard?” asked Jennifer.“Don’t play games with me, Jennifer Elaine Franks!”“Oh,” said Jen...ifer. “You mean his ... um ... organ?”“Organ? You’ve got to be kidding me,” sighed Mindy. “His penis ... dick ... tool ... cock ... his prick, Jennifer! Was it hard?”Had Jennifer been a few years older, she might have realized that was a very strange question for her mother to ask, under the circumstances. But she wasn’t. And she was used to answering the questions. Shweta was a good looking girl of 28-30 years of age, good figure, average breasts, slim waist; I enjoyed my working with her kind of a social girl. It was a Saturday, I was in my hotel room when I got a call from her, she wanted to go out with me for dinner and I agreed , we went to a restaurant, and were enjoying the night , she was having some wine and we had a good social talk, she got a bit drunk and wanted to dance.I agreed and we were dancing to some wild tunes and after some time to. ”Without waiting for an answer she ran towards the taxi, to stop it from driving off.“Vi porta lei in ospedale,” translated Hat Guy. Mr. Toupee seemed to approve of that idea and together with one of the Germans he picked up Methuselah and bundled him into the taxi, where Mel was waiting for him in the back seat. When they drove off, me and Mr. Toupee turned round at the same time and surveyed the damage. The street was a mess. The dust had settled, but the cobbled stones were covered in a grey. “We’ll sit here so the men can see you showing off my body,” she motioned to a vacant table.They sat, so she faced several men at the closest tables and adjusted her top to expose the most cleavage. She didn’t need to alter the hem of her short skirt, there was none. She cuddled close to her lover, letting her hand rest close to his cock. The waitress appeared to take their order. Wendy celebrated her day with a double, and Dan kept to his policy of a diet pop when driving.“I’m proud that you.