Can I say thank you and invite you to a cup of coffee or hot chocolate maybe?”“Oh no problem, Ma’am. They weren’t very pleasant. I would gladl... say yes to a cup of Coffee but at those prices here. I rather not accept it.”“No worries. I would like to very much.”She was drop-dead gorgeous, not even Cara could compete with that girl and she was perhaps his age and friendly so he said.“Alright, I guess one cup would be alright.”“Wonderful, what can I get you? Coffee, Latte or a Hot Chocolate?”“I. ... The room also had a large bookshelf stacked with what seemedto be massage oils, and boxes of tissues. There was also a nightstandwith a lamp, a clock, and a stereo. I also noticed a laundry hamper anda trash can.The room itself was painted in what seemed to be a crimson color, but itwas difficult to tell thanks to the lighting. The darkened lightingmade it rather hard to see (which I assumed maybe helped things out ifyou weren't that pleased by the physical appearance of your. “Mr. and Mrs. Reichert! I’m here.” Daphne started pushing at me and I started picking up the potatoes that I’d just knocked out of the bag.“The children are in the living room, Jodie. Check on them for me, would you please?”“Yeah! What did you build, Shelly? Did Billy help with that? Oh! Now is that any way to welcome me when I get here after school? Not one but two dirty diapers? Come on, sweetheart, let’s go get changed.” I heard them all head for the babies’ room.“Do you suppose she’d notice. Any minute now, he could discover that he had blinked and his wife had turned into a cum-crazed dumpster slut, with insatiable appetites he couldn't even hope to fill.All of those possibilities made her pussy even hungrier and wetter.Her head was close to the pan filled with bubbling boiling water and she could feel the heat sizzling at her skin, happily reminding her that one day she would be in hell.Damian gripped her hair harder pulling it until tears brimmed in her eyes. One hand was.