"We're still on for that salsa class on Sunday, right? I need a partner." Of course I won't forget about you, Lisa. You're my best friend. And I'm all...yours Sunday. Promise. "But I think it is getting pretty serious. She's smart, she's funny, she loves listening to me talk about geeky stuff... I'm happy just cuddling with her in bed, doing nothing but holding her. She's almost perfect..."But I wasn't listening anymore. I was going through his recent pages. And the page titles left very little. My wife originally wanted a dozen but she settled for half a dozen. I had a good job and got promoted quickly, mainly because my personality made me learn everything I could about the company. In eight years, I made it into management in charge of the company's production planning responsibilities.Throughout my working career, I liked to flirt, talk dirty, touch provocatively, and above all, I listened to every problem and sad story women had and needed to unload. Of course, I told them all up. Inside, Bronte watches the new arrivals enter. She barely moves, still leaning on those boxes, very casual, laid back. She doesn’t look impressed by the black shepherd, or by the woman in red. These are merely props to entertain her.Carol walks over to introduce Rebel to the young lady. He immediately begins to sniff at her, between her legs, up her skirt, pushing his head in as far as he can. Bronte is amused but apparently not aroused, and pushes him away. Carol moves in for the obligatory. With my middle finger I went for the prize, trying to push it inside of her. Damn she was tight, either a virgin or hadn’t been fucked in a while. Either way this would be an adventure. After, using some force I was able to insert my finger into her hungry moist hole. "Oh God! Finger me baby," she whined loudly. "Oh yes, right there," she cried. "OH YES, YES!" Her hand moved to the huge bulge in my jeans. She started rubbing it. "I want your cock." I tugged on her pants, and with her help I.