She took a bite out of her salad asked me how my day was. I responded and asked about hers. Julie starts talking about her boyfriend and how big of an...asshole he was. I continued eating not really caring about the problem she was talking about. Not trying to be a jerk, from time to time I nodded and gave a generic response (everyone has problems, why do I want to hear yours). After lunch she thanked me for listening and we parted ways. Later that week I was walking through on of the back. Before she'd even taken a breath, Paul was on his feet. "I'd like to propose a toast," he said. The others turned to look, glasses raised as he continued. "To good friends, good food, and a wonderful evening ahead!"The other adults raised a chorus of cheers, as Allie felt a knot tightening in her stomach. Paul meant it, she realized. He was going to fuck her ... to rape her. She knew she should say something, to find a way to not get trapped on the porch with him and his telescope.Of course,. "My husband and I are divorced. I got the house." I'm sorry to hear that. About the divorce, I mean," Laura mumbled awkwardly.Deshona smiled in a self-mocking way. "He left me for a blonde."Now what was this supposed to mean? Laura wondered. Does it mean that you hate me, or hate all white women? If so, then why did you invite me here? At least it explains your personality.But then she thought, This is a woman in great pain. Maybe she doesn't really know how else to reach out. And all I can. ?What was going on in his panties? Was Bert's little half-dick... gettingstiff? Why would THAT happen?He kept working on Derrick's superior cock, varying his techniques to keephim happy. Bert wanted to get this over with, but that would mean makingDerrick empty his balls. The idea of a mouthful of spunk was repugnant.He didn't want that stuff running down the back of this throat. He didn'twant to know that it was lying in his stomach. Bert slowed down, tryingto come up with some way to.