“Geez, doesn’t anyone here know how to make a drink?”I looked around for something else to drink, finally settling on finding something in the k...tchen.When I came out armed with a mix of vodka and orange juice, I spied my boyfriend eyeing some girl across the crowded living room. Following his gaze, I nearly choked on my drink. Off to the far side of the living room, a beautiful woman stood talking with another girl. The two were laughing, and the sound was magical. I could recognize it even. Fixing myself a drink and calming myself I sat and waited. I was glad it was Friday and I wasn't working the next day allowing me a chance to wait.Finally close to midnight Lynn's van pulled into the driveway. I waited for a long time since she didn't seem to be in a hurry to come inside. Finally I went out just as she opened her door. She came up the walk, passed me without a word and went in the house. I followed anger seething just beneath the surface. I just knew she had been with some guy. You always wore sunglasses and a big hat to protect your skin. It worked, too -- you had the skin of a woman half your age."He had a pile of weeds and dead flowers now, and he pulled a plastic bag from his coat pocket and put them in, then sealed it up and put it back in his pocket. He pulled a small whisk broom from his other pocket and brushed the gravestone till it was clean, then put the brush back in his pocket.With great effort, he shifted into a sitting position. It was time to tell. Lama used her somewhat sagging breasts to roll his prick between her breasts to good effect, which was different and pleasing. While she was sucking his prick she hummed a tune he didn't recognise, but the vibrations were exciting. Fadila also used her elegant movements to good effect when she moved around him and her pose as she offered a breast to be sucked were a delight to see. Lama, wisely, did not offer a breast to him, apparently judging that the sag might put him off a little. Neither.