She writhed and spread her legs wide, arching her back once again, as I sucked her nipple closest to me, my left hand still fondling her swollen clit,...and I moved my right hand down underneath her ass, cupping her little ass before sliding it under her and slipping two fingers from my right hand inside her tight wet pussy. As I finger-fucked her and rubbed her clit, she exclaimed “Ohhhh, I’m going to cum!” With this she gyrated her hips against my fingers, rubbing her g-spot on my knuckles as. "We had to buy off one of Len's girls, and that's just pure annoyance. I feel better about Linnea, y'know? Besides," he smiled down at me, "I promised -- and it's not nice to disappoint a lady."I just about levitated off the floor as he countersigned both copies and handed one to me. "Oh, thank you!" I squealed, giving them both quick hugs and pecks on the cheek. I knew it was a trifle unprofessional, but I just couldn't help myself."You'll come back to see how things are going, right?" Big. And someone has to take it out of the garage and show it off. Cindy won’t do any of those things on her own. I think she’s creative enough to write some of her own music. But, in general, she won’t choose it. She’ll wait to be told what to play. She’ll step on stage and turn on the talent and charm and win an audience. But she won’t be the one who advertises the performance and sells tickets and pays for an orchestra to back her up and hires a videographer ... and, and, and. She’s the product.. At least she hadn't suffered. It was a small funeral attended by a few friends and distant relatives. An aunt from his father's side of the family showed up and tried to corner him about who was getting money from his mother's estate. He took great pleasure in seeing the crass woman thrown out of the church. His father of course, was a no show. He hadn't expected him to make an appearance since it would have been the human thing to do.He had thirty days compassionate leave, but only made it to.