When Manhattan came into its own as a modern city late in the nineteenth century, the thought of being close to a river was as appetizing as bacon at ... Bar Mitzvah. All the garbage and sewage from the tenements of Brooklyn, South Queens and Manhattan sluiced into the East River, the first stop on its fetid trip to the ocean. As more and more immigrants streamed into the City, the truly dirty work - the slaughterhouses, the rendering plants, the sausage factories and horse stables - was all. Both Jennifer and Rena looked at him with puzzled expressions. Tom was really enjoying himself. He grinned at them as he took another swallow of his drink."Jennifer and I have been having quite a conversation tonight," Tom said."Really?" Rena questioned.She was making her voice cold, attempting to treat him as she always had. But it wasn't going to work this time. He had all the trump cards."Yes," Tom said. "Quite a conversation. And you were in a lot of it." Was I?" Rena asked."Yes," he said.. A long with Val’s moans.They turned the page and one of these women was just in her panties. As Jen seemed to be the one in control, she unfastened her friends’ skirts waist band leaving her standing in just her thin white thong. The damp patch let me see her young pussy lips through them. Jen told me she wouldn’t go any further unless I dropped my clothes too. Resting the camera down I stripped my shirt and trousers off leaving me in just a pair of undershorts with a hard pole in them. Jen. ' That was unnecessary, but I acknowledged that I'd read his lips anyway.Back at the office, we laughed at the scene Ralph Shepard had created in the conference room. Wanda wanted to know what was next, and I told her about the proposal I hoped to submit to Mr. Collingsworth.Later, Tom Pierce stopped by to apologize for letting Ralph see the design he was working on. "He only saw the drawings, not the name of the prospective tenant. I shouldn't have told him it was you that requested the.