‘I won’t need any color crowbar.’ That got a huge amount of banter going. Double cheeseburgers and beer were a very good celebration lunch, and ...fterwards Jack and I went to a side booth to talk privately. ‘Your Mouseketeers are really doing a super job.’ said Muscone. ‘The stuff they’ve given us is tying your Consultant as well as the Oldeeds Group to dozens of organizations across the country. Money laundering, RICO violations, smuggling, fraud, the whole ball of wax. We can’t move too soon,. "Hello, stranger-not-for-long," Mirabelle boldly introduced herself in a husky contralto."Mirabelle," Sally announced in a voice of pseudo-pained resignation, "has yet to see the charm and allure of a place like Radiator Springs." Hey, sis," came the instant retort. "The Fast Lane was built precisely for cars like us." I've heard that before," Sally replied, her voice in neutral. "I've even said that before."I was catching on quickly here.Speaking to Sally directly, even as Mirabelle was. Daaaangerous.”I went back to admiring her spectacular pussy. So damned sexy! Maybe I wasn’t an ass lover. Maybe I was a pussy lover.“I’m getting a drink. Want one?” she asked, standing.“A beer would be nice.”“Kay. Can I have one?”“Sure.”“Really?” she asked in surprise.“Absolutely. Have you ever tried beer?”“Nope. I’m going to now!”Studying her as she walked away, I ogled her cute ass, enjoyed the gap at the top of her legs and, at the sight of sparse pubes partially visible, I decided I was an. The tip of his penis touched the opening inside me, I could feel the muscles parting, my lubrication pouring over this welcome intervention. The tip of his erection pushing my opening wider. Just as my internal muscles adjusted to the intrusion, I felt a blast of warm liquid, three spurts of his cum shot deep inside me. He groaned behind me, as his orgasm took control. I pressed down on his penis, I needed to cum, but I could already feel his penis softening. I tried to grind my pelvis against.