She shopped! Her special, annual meal began with a crimson table cloth, a triple candle representing me-myself-and I, her finest silverware and china ...nd her solitary rose in a narrow, solitaire crystal vase. She always chose a thick, bloody rare prime rib that she trimmed to heart shape with a side of pale wax beans. A dark Merlot in her best crystal glass suited her taste for blood red reminders of her dead marriage and was well matched to the heart-shaped candy HE never gave her, but she now. I took a chance on you—there were other candidates with more experience, but I saw something in you... something special, that I hope I'll be able to nurture and grow." I was surprised to hear that. Mr. Decker seemed stern; not at all the nurturing type. But if he'd chosen me over better-qualified candidates, I'd do my best not to disappoint him. "Thank you, Sir. I hope I'll live up to your expectations." He laughed. "I'm sure you will, Karen. I'm sure you will. Now, I can't let your. And behold I have seen the long-awaited hillock between Sasha legs. In order to accelerate the process I grabbed with my graceful manicured fingers his cock under the trousers as though in a fit of passion, eyes closed and panting. Then Sasha feverishly lifted hem of my evening dress, probably going to fuck me right here on the bench. "Darling, it's not here, please move away, yonder". I whispered panting. We went into the most thick shrubs and found on the lawn, in the middle of them, the more. She spread her legs saying kiss the results of my cooking. I dove between her thighs to dine at the Y by starting with the stuff coating her thighs working up to the main course as she began to talk. She had know gone over with no intention of letting him into her pussy with that monster cock. But he was very controlling that as she began to cook he was beginning to cook too. That he came up behind her grapping her hips and rubbing that big cock into her ass saying I've got to get some of you..