Je dus lui paraître peu crédible lorsqu'en mon bafouillement je luiannonçais mon titre. A-ton déjà vu un huissier si minable et pataud ?J'étais ...urieux de trahir la trop grande impression qu'elle exerçait surmoi. Je n'en déballais pas moins tous les griefs du Trésor. Au final jesus qu'elle n'était pas le conjoint mais la secrétaire de M X. Elle nesembla pas émue outre mesure des exploits de son employeur. Elle faisaitmontre plutôt de flegme et semblait avoir arrêté à l'égard de mon stylede. “Maybe some day you can,” Karen hinted.Dan and Karen drove towards the Hen House in his trusty Mustang GT. He put his right hand high up on Karen’s left leg between shifts, and she’d give his hand a loving pat.“Finally, we’re alone together. We haven’t had a moment alone since we met,” Karen said, undoing her coat and opening her blouse to reveal her bare tits to him.“Now how am I supposed to drive safely with those beautiful tits begging for attention?” He teased.“That’s your problem,” she. Minutes later Kenny was pulling his car into a spot right next to Brian's red Mustang, "Sorry to leave you here for so long, but...can't take you on the plane," Kenny whispered out as he gave his console a small pat, "You should be alright," If anyone came out here to take a car and picked this hunk of shit over that one," JJ interrupted while thumbing over to the cherry red car next to them, "Then they'd be the stupidest fucking person on the planet," This is a classic, JJ!" Kenny shot back. Don’t you dare stop...” But stop he did! He quickly positioned her leaning backwards over the low arm of the couch. Her pussy was on full view, slightly in the air on the arm, exposed and very accessible to him. We could even see juices running out of her entrance. Not letting her rest, he positioned himself between her legs and started to rub his large bell-end up and down her now gapping slot, coating himself with the slippery liquid running from her hole. Karen was staring intently, her hand.