I could smell her sweet aroma. She inched her way on to my desk, sitting on it, her black skirt inching up enough to give me a better view of her well...toned thighs as she dangled her legs off of the desk. “You know,” I commented, “One night I was working late and saw a guy and a girl making out right across from where we are.” “No way!” Rebecca exclaimed. “What did you do?” “I watched,” I replied. Rebecca looked at me. “Are you serious?” she asked. “Yes, I am,” I replied. Rebecca glanced down. You'll just have to use them as fantasy material from memory, and the way you feasted your eyes on them, I'm sure the memories have been well etched. Meanwhile, the night is still young, and you have Lillian and me to play with."As the new lovers exit the hut, eyes glued to each other, they barely hear Nick wish them a good night."We will have, Grandfather," Salomé answers for the both of them distractedly. "Thanks for that."Nick doesn't bother answering since the two have exited the hut."I. The woman then sees him and knows who he is asking HONEY WHO OWN'S YOUR PUSSY? Ann moans YOU YOU OWN ME MISSTRESS. Smiling the woman leads Ann inside but leaves the door open, inside she bends Ann over the chair and lifts her dress around her waist is a strap holding a fake cock 11" long and 3" wide sliding it down Ann's throat she says SUCK MY DEAR SO I CAN FUCK THE HELL OUT OF YOU. Ann goes nuts trying her best to inhale the huge cock spitting and licking to lube it good before the woman. "Megan pursed her lips and pretended to write in the air with her forefinger. "By my figuring," she said, "that's almost 10 years short of twice my age. I hope that your job doesn't require math skills."Greg laughed. "Only to add up time and money," he said. "I'm in broadcasting."Megan smiled as she sipped her wine. "I know," she said. "You were a producer for CBC TV. Now you have your own production company. In the past three years, you've sold two TV series to CBC and one to the Global.