Mr. Richards came across as someone I would like to meet. His eyes did not seem to miss any detail, so I was glad my grooming was beyond reproach. In ... way it was odd. I already thought of him as Mr. Richards. Charles had always been Charles.Well, the bait was in the water. Time would tell. At least the soup looked promising. Cianfrani's soup and salad lunches are a staple for the business community. Over the last ten years, I had closed many deals there. Mentally toasting Mr. Richards, I. Steven put his tongue into her belly button and swirled it around, Kelly squirmed a little as he did. Kelly could not resist putting her hands on his head, running her fingers through his hair. Still he kissed his way up her body. His head was now between her perky C cups. Steven kissed his way to Kelly’s left nipple. Then, as he softly cupped her breasts in his hands, Steven took her erect nipple in his mouth. He sucked it for a moment; he then blew a gentle breath over it. Steven sucked it. ” With that he slid his hands beneath her bottom, drawing her up towards him. All this while, his dick had remained within her. His hardness had not diminished. Now as he drew her up towards him, sometimes flairing the cheeks of her bottom, sometimes squeezing them, his dick drilled into her pussy with a rhythmic beat. Long and steady strokes, each one reaching deep up inside her, each one probing her innermost depths. His dick reached into her both bodily and mentally. It made. Her quaint use of language had been gleaned, she’d explained to me, from her attempts to educate and disconnect herself from the less than salubrious environment her mother had created in her childhood. ‘Ok, so here’s the question.’ She pointed a chip at me, ‘if people were rated on a scale of one to ten where one is heterosexual and ten is us, my mother would rate a definite and clear one. I would suggest that in view of the nature of his relationship with my mother, my dad was probably not a.