I’m Professor Cuntslicker. And this is Doctor Dick,” continued Cunts, gesturing to her colleague, who was stuffing his cock back into his trousers...Rob Daniels continued to smile his twinkly smile. “Suck my cock, Professor. Fuck a bitch, Doctor Dick,” he said with impeccable manners. “But please, call me Rob.”“In which case, call me Cunts. Please, take a seat. Can I get you anything? Coffee?”“That would be lovely, thank you,” replied Rob. Dick-Dick smirked to himself.“And a blowjob?” followed up. " "Well now I know." "Or maybe you just need to sow some wild oats of your own." Brenda opened her mouth, but Brent didn't give her time to say anything in response. He reached his arm out wrapping it around her waist, pulled her in close and planted an open mouth kiss on her lips. He felt her muscles slowly loosen, first her arms dropped, then her back loosened as Brent's arms went from holding her to supporting her. Brent broke the kiss and stared into her deep blue eyes. "Brent,. —————– Karen Rizzini DiFalcone, a marketing administrator for an insurance broker on West 57th Street, boarded the train at the second stop, Milford, at 6:08 a.m. She shrugged off her heavy tan coat, with a fox-fur collar, and sat on a seat facing forward. She had ridden the train for six months, since she and her husband – Michael DiFalcone, an associate professor at Yale Medical school – traded a Queens apartment for a beachfront suburban condo. “It’s so cold for November,” thought Karen as. TV's, stereos, game consoles and now that I was old enough he had got me my first car.Seeing that I had wheels I spent even less time around the house so my father gave himself a little gift in the form of Zoë. She is a 24 year blonde who worked as a receptionist at one of his offices. She had 36" boobs that were as firm as any fake boobs you see in porno's today. It wasn't long before she moved into our house and made it known to me that she was here for whatever she could get and then she was.