I turned the channel once more...*click*... only this time it wasn't a man on screen. It was a woman, in business attire, sitting behind a desk. She w...s very pretty, with long blonde hair and flawless skin that shone a pale white. She couldn't have been older than 25, and as she spoke she was fighting herself with every word. Clearly she was holding back tears as she tried to continue to do her job."T-the new l-l-law in question is considered effective i-immediately and..." She paused as. “Please don't do that.”“Why not? You were obviously enjoying it during the last dance.”“Yes. But Jules is a friend.”I called Jules a friend? I'd only met him 3 days ago. Was he a friend because I had stroked his cock for 10 minutes, then watched him and Jim fuck Julia? Was he a friend because Julia had fucked my husband (and probably would again soon) and Jules was Julia's live-in lover? No. I decided that I had called Jules a friend because I already found that I was comfortable having. " She was hot and turned on.I climbed up on the bed and opened her legs wide, her bald lips opened up and presented all of her to me. He clit had shrunk down some, but I knew I could get it back. I started by inserting most of my right hand in to her, this caused a gasp from Maxine, followed my a moan. I got my hand in to her, up to my wrist, and I gently fucked her pussy. "You are such a hot little slut Mary Beth." Mommy said with an airy voice. I looked back at her, and she had both hands. He was too young, unless a parent signed him in. His mum had cried, happy this time, and asked if his bedridden father could sign the application. Don joined. Got a uniform, got some trainin, and the older men at the factory all of a sudden wanted him to eat lunch with them. It made his tired Mum smile when older men from work and the rescue service started callin’ round at home, actually comin’ inside, and drinkin’ her tea or coffee with them then takin’ Don out for a few drinks -– you could.