”In the store, Leanne led Jake around the floor, taking a quick look at what was available. She returned to a wardrobe.“There’s a place in my be...room for this armoire.”“Then let’s just buy it for you,” Jake said, looking around for the dealer. “I hope they deliver. It won’t fit in my car.”“Jake! Why would you deny me the best part of shopping for antiques?”Confused, Jake read her. She was looking forward to negotiating the price. That was a surprise.“Yes, dear,” Jake said, putting on a meek. "Andrea gasped. "Oh, Ms. Collins! I'm so sorry!"I nodded "I'm not surprised. That's how my mother died." You linger for ten years in a nursing home, before finally dying."Andrea winds up getting your job, and I become President of the company ... The file doesn't say why. I must have done something brilliant to earn it."During this time, you and I end up getting married, Andrea." You're kidding," she exclaimed. "Do we have any kids?" Two girls; there is no other information about them in these. Nicki reached between Sylvie's legs and fingered her pussy frenziedly for several seconds, and then brought the fingers to her mouth and sucked the juice from them."Christ, Nicki, I want that wonderful mouth of yours on my twat!" Sylvie croaked.Mrs. Compton twisted around and lay back on the lounge. Her cunt was staring right at me, fortunately all pussies are extremely nearsighted and can only see mouths, fingers and dicks close-up. Everything else is blurred. (Correction: On rereading this I. . . maybe a little makeup, some nice perfume, maybe a pair of stockings?”She's still holding you close and she allows her fingertips to glance over the mound in your jeans as she backs away and looks up at you, grinning. “How about it, stud? Will you let me make you over a little? If you let me do it I'll give you something very special.”Her Place. . . is warm and well decorated. She offers you a glass of wine and leads you to the bathroom where she says the light is best. She unbuttons your.