" "That could be because you can't keep your hands to yourself, Brett..," scolded Susan. "Remember last month when you unsnapped my bra and my boobs a...most fell out on the table?" "Aw well Susan, I offered to hold them up and you kicked my leg and then later you asked me to take you to see Batman. What was tha...." Kimber slapped her hand on the table, "Okay you two hush and let's get this thing over with. This is our end of the month meeting to see who had the least absences and tardies. Who. .... one!!"Eyes shutting tightly and mouth pulling up into a smile, you squeeze his cock between your walls with all the strength you can muster, hands clenching into happy fists and shaking around in the air beside your head as you rest forward on your elbows. You feel his hips pull back, inching his dick the first few centimetres out of you.... then stop.His hands start gently pushing on your hips, to help him with the extraction process, but he doesn't have any luck there either. W-wait,. What better way to get another go at her, than to chauffer her around town for a while, maybe wine and dine her to perfection.Sandy's taxi arrived at the little apartment on 122nd Ave where she would stay with her sister for a while. Angela lived alone in the tiny 2 bedroom on the 3rd floor. She ran out to meet her sister, and threw her arms around her. " I'm so glad to see you,!" she shrieked. " Let me look at you." She stepped back and took a long look at her sister, whom she hadn't seen in 4. Morrison was a spry sixty-something, much like my grandmother. She invited me in and, as usual, offered me a glass of milk and some cookies– chocolate chip, fresh out of the oven, still warm and gooey. What better way, I thought, to ply a sweet old lady for information than with effusive praise for her baking skills?"Mrs. M, you have outdone yourself," I stated a few minutes later, draining my glass and dabbling the corners of my mouth with a napkin. "Those cookies are truly amazing." Pushing.