This morning after a few sunny days that will amount to our summer it rained so hard for hour`s to make up for the sun we had just had, i got drenched...going from my van into the office,i got in and shook my head to get rid of the few drop`s, i walked into the reception and noticed no one around,Janes bags were next to her desk but she wasn`t in sight,i took my coat off and went into the kitchen and standing next to the sink was a drowned Jane,she turned and we both burst out laughing as she was. "So do you," I said. "Not that you didn't before... I just... you look really good." Samantha giggled and sipped her coffee. I did the same. We sat in silence for a short while, just basking in each others company. I hadn't seen her for almost ten years, so it was hard to bring myself to ask about her life. I was afraid that she had a boyfriend, and I would be crushed once again my this amazing woman. "I like Sylvia Plath's novels. All of them. She's a wonderful writer," Samantha said. For some. “Julie’s got a cum-clitty,” she teased in a sing-songy way. Before too long, Mike started bucking his hips, moaning louder, and said loudly, “Ohhh I’m about to come!’ Vicky sat up quickly and said, “Well if Julie wants to be a good cocksucker, then she needs to learn to take a FACIAL! Get your mouth off that cock, you slut!” She straddled my ass and grabbed my head by the ears, pulling my head off Mike’s manhood. “OK, Mike, I want you to finish the job, Kneel in front of this bitch and JACK OFF. The views I remember of her in the showers, way back in my childhood, seared back through me, trying to work out which level I should start to soap and wash her, part of my ritual duties to earn the right to explore her pudgy labia, which finally opened into a veritable cavern of wet, pink, textured and tight cunt.It was relatively easy now, the massive globes of her buttocks had a single dark slice straight down the middle, from a cute, yes even a cute vee where her spine met her hip bone..