And Mike had no patience for him, raising a brown fuzzy hand up above hisrump. "Still, if I'd had bet on what soda you'd be sneaking, 'Sisselixer'woul... NOT be what I'd have picked!" He brought his hand down, slamminginto Jeffrey's backside with a smack that sent a shiver up Jeffery'sspine. His stiff cock gave a spurt of pre-cum into his pants. Hewhimpered and squirmed. "Haha... your ass is so thicc but bouncy whilesissified that I can watch it wiggle and jiggle!"It took Jeffery a moment to. I have a check for a retainer. It’s out of my personal funds, so I’ll need to figure out how to reimburse myself for it.”I handed him the check. He looked at it and nodded, then wrote out a receipt.“That’s pretty straightforward. We’ll take care of that once everything is set up. Just hang on to the receipt; it’s your first business record.”We finished our lunch and listened to some very good advice from Mr. Jacobsen, and asked him quite a few questions. Elyse kept a list of everything he told. “According to the doctors, it is in remission, but there have been side effects from the treatment. I’m quite bald and only wear a wig. And I’m still healing from surgery on my side.” Even as part of a cover story, I blushed brightly at the confessions. People were far more sympathetic to the story of a cancer patient who lost all her hair to chemotherapy than to a woman who was allergic to her own hair so it fell out. “I am having such a wonderful time here—a celebration of recovery—I would. Since we cut classes today, why not call in sick at the restaurant?" I need the money." Yeah, me too. God what a night!" I'm afraid to look at my dick. Must've rubbed a half inch off its circumference and I don't have that much to spare." We can tattoo last night to our memory bank. Something not to tell our grandchildren about." I may not fuck again for six months." I wonder if they'll come back?" I hope not. They're so beautiful, I might be tempted to have another go at them. Then my dick.