Wow! what a women, she really knows how to push my buttons"tell me what your going to do to me when you get here..." she holds the reciever to her ear...with her shoulder and sits back down, with her legs parted and her hot pants still on, still soaking up her moisture"mm first of all, i want to taste your juices from your fingers... why dont you get them a little wetter while you wait for me"She moves her hot pants over just enough to reveal her wet hole, she takes a long suck on her index. She knew she had an average face and that her body, which had once been considered lush, was now sagging and soft. She was aging much faster than her thirty-four years of age. Her lifestyle had taken its toll on her body and soul.Still, men desired her. Her large breasts called out to them like a beacon in the night. Her easy laugh and quick smile still afforded her a living. There was little extra money nowadays but she never went hungry. She thought back to the wave upon wave of faceless men. I hoped wife#1 had saved it for her man. Naturally Julia would save Chloe's container, but would she save the contents? Maybe she'd eaten them after I left, as pizza is well-nigh irresistible. In which case, what became of my bagged lunch?Given that I could have been fantasizing over Chloe's progress and where that would be lead to, you might think my focus on food indicates an extreme degree of hunger. While it was true that I was very hungry, as my last meal had been several hours ago and I'm. 0. “We got a lot of video, buddy. You need to SEE some of this stuff,” Dan said.Dana ran off, and three of her coaches were walking over to me. The most senior stepped up to me, offering her hand. She said, “You must be Ed Allen, her husband. I’m Ruth Blackwell, and I can’t even begin to tell you how valuable that girl is! Ed, I dunno how much you know about soccer, but sometimes, you just need a “wild-child”, and that’s DANA!”I said, “Yes ma’am, and the same thought occurred to me about five.