“Um, Mr. Greene, this is your plane? I thought we would be flying Air Canada or some other commercial flight to Los Angeles,” Maddie says to me.�...No, we prefer the privacy of our own plane, in fact, Jaxson Inc. has two such planes. I have the smaller of the two, Mom has the larger and much more luxurious jet,” I tell her.“Mom? Who is that?” she asks.“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just a name everyone calls her. It is Melanie Jaxson, the widow of Bob Jaxson who you know passed away just a few months ago,”. I didn't fell like stopping by a store to get some myself and besides he's a handy guy so why not ask. Bob said yeah sure but the only thing is he was at work and his mom was the only one home. Bob said he would leave the razor by the step by the door and I was like cool. So I'm driving almost to his house. Maybe 10 or so miles away and I'm like I'm not trying to just pull up at your house and go in the yard. So I called Bob back and asked him if he would call his mom and tell her I'm going to. ...what are you going to do...if I let you cum... what are you going to do for me? I want to hear you, Michael, beg me to feed it to you!" Please, honey, please feed me.... Feed me my cum... make me eat it, OH! I want it so bad, make me eat my cum.... Please Kim make me swallow my own thick cum!" my husband begs. When he cums I catch it all in a wine glass and then I pour into his open mouth and tell him to swallow it all.For months, Michael has been eating his own cum and we've both been. Gail wandered back that way after grabbing a number of items. She arrived just in time to see Pat with nothing on over her top but a measuring tape. ‘Look at those abs!’ she thought. ‘It’s just not fair!’ She tossed Pat some underthings. Pat stared at her. ‘Where’s the rest of them?’ she asked, stretching out the fabric. ‘That’s all there is to them,’ Gail said. ‘Now put ’em on. And yes, I’m sticking around to make sure you actually try them on.’ Gail stared impatiently at Pat and tapped on.