I did not rate a reserved spot but parked in a area reserved for the firm. Ken Carl, our “Car Czar” (a staff position) was a former high school sc...ence teacher who was always suspicious of me needing six parking stickers. Policy did not allow stickers to be moved from one car to another, so what choice did I have? Every year he stressed “only one at a time!” as if I would drive two cars to work some day. He also gave me an extra helping of the Ôstink eyeÔ when I drove my serene Town Car “L”. “I messed up, badly, and his mom caught me naked in the house, twice. David is right about his mom’s paddle. It doesn’t live a mark, but you would swear someone beat your ass with thousands of needles.”Ah. You know of that kind of paddle, Bambi.“Anyway. I’m cleaning the pool right now. Grab some food from the garage fridge. There are nine of Chrissy’s friends in there somewhere,” I told Bambi as I put her down.Bambi got Terrance and Bart to go with her to get food.“No, going to the apartment. "It's all gone," she said. "Magic."Since the kitchen table was quite small, I could see that although Lily's palms were dry, they were not technically clean."They're not really clean," I said.She held her hands up in the air and inspected them. I gently touched her right hand and pressed a finger into her palm."All the ice cream is stuck in the skin pores," I said, "and your hand is still a bit sticky."She started licking her fingers, coating them with a sweet glaze of spit. "Mmmm, my fingers. Linc kept pushing harder, compressing the soft globes of her ass, allowing his cock to drill deeper and deeper until he could go no farther. He felt her fingers caress his balls between her legs as she busily stimulated her pussy while he fucked her.She was open now and offered no further resistance to his thrusting. “That’s the way I like it,” Tracey encouraged, “long, deep strokes.” She leaned forward, her cheek on the mattress, “You can go faster if you want, but you have to last. It takes.