Admit it, you’ve been drinking, right?”“Maybe a little.” She grinned, pink lips framing her perfect white teeth. Her smile was as beautiful as...he hoped. Jason could only imagine what those lips would feel like pressed softly against his. “Seventh grade is about the time kids start getting boyfriends and girlfriends, right?”“Umm, yeah I guess so.” She replied, embarrassed to be talking about boys with this man.“Do you have a boyfriend?”“Yeah.” Then she remembered what happened on the football. He was sated, fulfilled, completely at peace. He smiled inwardly, knowing that he should feel some kind of remorse for his vicious treatment of the cunt-eating stewardess, but he didn't. He had settled the score, so to speak. Not only with her, but with Francine--thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected Davie to was still to be arranged.His ego was bolstered, he was king of the mountain now. He never thought he would be able to get it up three times in a row! Why the hell. You are handed your material from journalists and photographers, and you put it up on your website. Usually the stories have to do with what Lindsay Lohan is going to jail for now, or which poor idiot got lured in by Taylor Swift, but more often than not your stories have to do with which celebrity showcased her boobs in someway.So really when you think about your job itself isn"t that bad, it is the effects it has had on you. Day after day you write about all these gorgeous women, and so when. That was almost enough to send me over the edge again, but he wouldn’t let me. He stood up and pulled me to a sitting position. His bulging cock was right where I wanted it, in front of my mouth, so without waiting for him to offer it, I took it in my mouth. I wasn’t teasing this time, this time I wanted to taste him, and I needed to feel his hot cum shoot down my throat. He protested at first, saying he wanted to be inside me, but I ignored him and just kept sucking, faster and faster. I had.