Mom’s twat clamped and spasmed around my fuck-stick as she came again. “I hope your little cunt is ready because I’m about to paint it white!”...I shouted and I thrust into her steaming twat as fast as I could.“AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!” I yelled as I pumped spurt after spurt deep into her fuck-box. I was still pumping the last of my load as I felt it ooze past my shaft and dribble down onto my tight balls. My cock was still lodged deep in her pussy as I slowly came back to reality. Oh fuck!. Leaving panties for me to find so soiled, every pair feeding me, a fetish fiend with their daily wear. All around the office here girls are making eyes licking lips and swinging hips the flashing of their thighs. They know what kind of man I am I’ll take this lying down using me the way they want and passing their panties down. Tonight, while in my bed I’ll use this newest pair breathing in the pungent scent to guess the days of wear. Stroking my hood until I come licking the panties clean cry. She enteredtheir door and called out, "Leigh you are....." She stopped becauseshe realized that Leigh was not in their room. From wat she couldtell Leigh had not come back from the mixer. Beth didn't see leigh'spurse and the clothes that were on the bed when they left were stillthere.Concerned for Leigh's safety she called Leigh, no answer. She thensent Leigh a text. Beth "Leigh it's Beth. Are you all right?" Leigh "Yes I am more than all right:);)" Beth "Where are you?" Leigh "I am. As I said, we went to the foot pump system with quarter barrels. Dab beer held up to it wonderfully, as did some of the Sam Adams brews. Miller Brewing didn't want anything to do with us, so we went for Stroh's out of Detroit. They'd ship to us anywhere. We stayed away from bottled beers as we didn't have the space to store either the full stock or the empties.There were choices to be made in systems that I needed to install anyway, which would make the bar more attractive. One of which was the.