..Where are the damn pretzels? I can't find the fucking pretzels! Where are they, Diana? Where are you? Where is my wife when I need her the most? Ple...se come back to me, pretty lady... Charles was leaning on the kitchen counter, crying desperately. He felt a soft hand on his back and heard a woman's voice whispering to him that things would get better soon. He turned toward the voice and glimpsed a woman's face with bluish gray eyes through his tears.Is that you, Diana? He grabbed her and. I told her she would piss white pee instead of, I mean, no yellow pissing I said. She came near me and asked me do u want to taste my pee. I agreed and bent down to taste I licked her pussy for bit it was weird and salty. I washed my mouth she started to laugh at me. I was ashamed little.Then we sat on sofa for some time we asked each other some personal things she told me she was interested and need to do this job for her studies. She told she is from poor family. I was in disappointment she. As soon as I looked at you my tight,little pussy has been begging me to introduce her to your cock. Justlooking at you has made me very wet." I reached over to his leg andrubbed his thigh. I was about to see if porn movie situations could applyin real life."Wow, that's hot." Bathroom?" I asked and he smiled. We both stood up in unison and Irealised how tall he was. 6'2 maybe more of prime personal trainer musclestood beside my shorter frame. He made me feel small and a littlevulnerable. If my. “Marilyn’s parents are coming down, but they live in New York, and probably won’t get here for a few more hours.”“Well, she’s in the recovery room right now, but you can wait back in her hospital room. Or go home; there’s really nothing for you to do now.”“Thanks, Doctor.” She pointed me towards the nursery, and I did the squinting-through-the-glass routine. Even with my glasses on, I couldn’t read the labels on the bassinets, and I couldn’t tell one baby from another anyway.Then I went to her.