”“You live alone?”“I do.”“It’ll have to be on my lunch. What’s your name?”“Call me, Paprika. What time’s your lunch?”“About ...1:30. Cool?”“That’ll work.”“Text me the address and I’ll let you know before I head your way. I’m pullin’ up to work now.”“Okay, great! What was your name?”“I’m Daddy! Gotta go.”Mortiz stole away glances of Paprika’s profile pictures while at work. He sent a message checking to see if he could head over. Paprika confirmed that it was cool.The five-foot-seven bubble booty. She straightened her back to correct the bad posture that caused that little problem ... but she still had a slight bulge.The sensation in her stomach drove her to the toilet about the same time her brain woke up and said "HE-LLO!" She didn't throw up, but she could see her face reflected in the water of the commode. It was wavery. When the urge to toss her cookies passed, she stood back up and looked in the mirror again.When was her last period? She tried to think. She didn't pay much. Where’s Lance?” It was a reasonable question. Mrs. Jennings had always been nice to him, but she was nice to all of her son’s friends.“He’s rehearsing that play. I know you didn’t audition.”Katy had sneered at the play. Now, he knew that this was because Nancy was certain to get the leading role. He hadn’t had much chance, anyway. “Mark and Audrey are gone, too.” If her kids were gone, why was he invited to dinner? “I heard about Katy.”“That’s all right.” What wasn’t all right was that she’d. You have my fingers all sticky and gooey. Here taste yourself.’ She put her wet soiled fingers to my mouth and I opened up knowing I had to obey her. I tasted my own pussy and then swallowed the sticky mess she had gathered at my hole. She then retired to her bed and smiled before saying. ‘I am so pleased they brought you in here. I have wanted a woman to fuck for a long time now. I will find a way for us to fuck tonight my little one. I see now they have come for you. Later my darling!’ This.