It was time for her to sleep as well but I don't know why we decided to write something on a paper. I don't really remember what I was writing and why...we decided to do that, but that was something we decided to do to stay longer with each other. When we finished, we said bye to each other and hugged again, this time longer. Then I found courage and kissed her, she was surprised but she kissed me back. We were doing french kissing. Then I started to touch her tits her body. I didn't even care. I don’t mind it, though. My night starts at midnight, when I put my finger on a small device that clocks me in, grab a cart, and begin removing out of date product from the shelves. All the while I make a list of what I need to replace said stock. All in all, pretty dull, but I don’t mind it, though. The night goes as usual, put the pies in the oven, get the French breads and sweet goods in the queue, and then comes the raw dough products. This routine is used every night, and it makes the. Constance was far from the best fuck I was enjoying, but she was by far the best cocksucker. However, Henrietta remained my favorite, perhaps because she was my first.I continued fucking these fine ladies thru high school and college. And later learned that my father had fucked many of them as well.After college I joined my father in business. I was shocked to find out that his legitimate import business was merely a front for a criminal enterprise. He was smuggling diamonds and other precious. Janice joined him, relaxing in one of the mismatched armchairs and nibbling on some Ritz crackers. She had donned a nice cream-colored blouse and a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans. A pair of black thigh-high boots completed her outfit. He could see by the slight jiggling of her breasts that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath."Whatcha thinking?" Janice asked."Nothing. Just trying not to think for a stretch. We can't fuck this one up." We can't fuck up any of them," Janice said, "It would be.