My girlfriend Megwas supposed to be meeting me at the office but she never showed up, so I was pretty surprised when I saw her sat in my apartment wat...hing T.V. “Hey Meg.” I said, making her jump, she must not have me come in. “Hey hun, hard day?” She said, I could tell there was something wrong because she was twisting her hair. “Yeah, lots of work, no rest. Could have done with meeting you where we said” I murmured as I leant down to give her a kiss. She hooked her arms around my back as I. Oh, god, I am creaming on his cock, John. I want to cream on yours, too. Mack, can I cream on John’s cock? I need your permission, baby. Got to have it to cream on John’s cock. You want me to cream on it don’t you? You want John to know what your wife feels like when she is creaming on your cock, don’t you. Tell me it is okay to cream on John Bull’s cock. “John continued to stroke and paused as he listened to them. He followed the first eight digits of pi as he stroked and listened to Mary.. .. we became friends and since DC is only about one hundred fifty miles from Williamsburg I would go up there to visit and would stay at their home. They're very nice and treated me like a daughter. Anyway she was going to fly direct to Sacramento but when she found out I was in Chicago she flew up there with her parents who were catching a connecting flight to Asia and we got together there." Well Chicago is certainly more fun than Sacramento, although this time of year I might have given it a. 'Wow.' 'I know. So if you'll give me time to have a quick shower, I'll join you in this bed.' 'Okay,' I said, my mouth suddenly dry. 'Everything you need, including the shower, is in the en-suite. I'll go down and lock up.' 'See you soon,' she grinned. I messed around for ten minutes or so, washing and drying the glasses, tidying up in the lounge, before going back upstairs. Helen was lying in the bed, the duvet pulled up under her chin, wearing her sexy grin. I slipped into the en-suite.