"I'll pay you and these miscreants you hired, and you all can be on your way." hmm where is my checkbook I could have sworn it was in my small Louis V...itton" but DO NOT think this will be the last of it." I gratingly declared as I poked through the compartments of my purse for the third time. "Ugh, where is it? I could have sworn it was in here. I must have moved it to my big Coach bag." Regaining my composure I asked, "You wouldn't have seen where I left that one would you?"Greg looked at me. I occasionally offer story ideas but usually just edit Mike's work. What do you do? If I'm not too nosy." "No, not at all, I'm an archeologist, I'm working on my doctor's at Pepperdine doing research on Early American artifacts." "Really?" Jan stood and walked to the side of the screen-room closest to Joseph’s camp. "Sounds so interesting. We collect Native American art. Mike is part Choctaw, and I think I'm part Cherokee," Jan stopped rather abruptly realizing how this could sound so. I started to come down a bit and turned it back on. My climax started to build again. This time I let myself go. I threw my head back and yelled, “YES, Oh YES, Nathan. I want your cum! Cum in my pussy!”I squirted all over my chair. I had taken my skirt off so it wouldn’t get wet. I was looking at my glossy red polished toes as I came down from my orgasm. It was one of the most intense I’ve ever had alone. I put my feet down and immediately realized I was standing barefoot in a puddle of my own. I look down at the maths I’m supposed to be doing and snicker. What a joke. I’ve understood how to do these problems for months, and the promised tedium of doing more of them drives me farther away from actually getting anything done. Instead, I find myself looking around the café. I’d come in here as the storm was starting and found the cappuccino to be quite yummy, the wi-fi fast, and the atmosphere to be just dark and brooding enough. An old man is getting up to leave. Mother and daughter.