You know?" Lisa Cartwright?"Laura did know her, but only passingly. She was a good- looking white woman, brown hair, apparently nice figure that she k...pt smothered in severely-tailored business suits. No one would pick her for a closet dyke, but then, Laura thought, I hope they wouldn't pick me for one either. Or Rhonda. You never knew."The question is, I guess, do you want to," Laura said."Might consider it," Barbara grinned. "After all, you know how often I see you. You're too busy bopping. Your cock reaches the very back of my throat, its a struggle to breath and I have to do so through my nose grbbing air when I can!! You continue to thrust in, out, in, out. I snatch air when I can. I retch when you reach the back of my throat but there is nothing I can do. I am just a fuck toy for your passion and desire to fill my mouth and throat with your cum. On and on you go like a piston, fucking me like you would a cunt but that's for later, first you want to fill my mouth with creamy. Her face flushed as she tried to compose the right and respectable words. “Well, it was interesting,” she said after a long pause.“Is that an answer?" Will said. "You're playing safe and nebulous,here. Did it excite the people in the dream? Did it excite you?”Another long pause—this time, however, Ginny’s response was silent. Instead of speaking, she opened the waistband of her skinny jeans, and slid her hand beneath her silky panties. Her suspicions had all come to fruition. Her shinning wet. I had been thinking of my upcoming trip and the decision I would have to make. I needed some help in making that decision, so I asked him, “Bill, didn’t you mention that you had a wedding anniversary coming up, and wanted to do something special?”“Yeah, Sue and I were thinking about one of those ship cruises in the Caribbean. The problem is we don’t have enough vacation time and the nice cruises are rather expensive.”“What if I make a deal with you? I plan to leave on a trading hop, shortly. I.