Dabei tropfte auch etwas hörbar auf den Boden. „Na dann weiterhin viel Spaß beim Anprobieren“, sagte die Verkäuferin mit süffisantem Unterton....Maren’s Muschi pumpte ein weiteres Mal ihren köstlichen Sekt in meine Kehle. „Vielen Dank, den werde ich haben!“, lachte Maren und zog ihren Kopf wieder ins Innere.Sie grinste mich an: „Hat’s meinem Jungficker geschmeckt?“ Noch ziemlich verdattert antwortete ich: „Ja, sehr, äh… aber die Verkäuferin?“ Maren winkte ab. „Wenn sie was vermutet, ist sie. She gagged alittle, and eased back, then pushed again and again until the head wasat the back of her mouth and slipping down her throat. In and out shepushed and pushed until its entire length had disappeared into hermouth completely and her lips were touching the base of Sylvia's shaft,and her long lashes were brushing her tummy. She looked up to seeSylvia's face was a picture of total incredulity, staring at Marilyn'sdeep throat action with her mouth wide open.Marilyn then slid Sylvia's cock. Quicklyreaching up he threw the betraying goggles away into the searing brightempty space before him.He swiveled his head slowly from side to side trying to catch whisper ofany sound from his unknown adversary. Moving slowly away from thedirection he had first heard the voice.Suddenly from behind him the voice spoke again, "Welcome to my home, towhat do I owe the pleasure?"He spun again, over balancing and falling. Scrambling back, he could gono further as he crashed into an unseen steel wall.. Ever since then Paul had beensort of depressed.The phone rang pulling him out of his stupor. Paul's heart startedracing when he saw that it was Becky. He hadn't talked to her for awhole day, "stupid Brad," Paul muttered, and then picked up the phone."Hey, Becky, what's up?" Paul! Thank God, I need a really big favor. Do you think you couldcome over?" Sure, is something wrong? Did Brad hurt you?!" No, nothing like that, Brad would never hurt me. Jeez,... just causeyou don't like him.