Hadhe called her fat last night? He had said that he didn't, but she wasn'ttotally sure. Why would he ever think that she had worn a waist cincherbe...ore? She hadn't! Ever! She continued to stare at herself andappraise herself. No, she wasn't fat at all! Okay, so there was a bitof puffiness in her tummy, but it wasn't that bad. Was that what he hadseen? Or had he really not called her fat at all like he claimed?She wasn't a spring chicken anymore - not like the Robin woman probablywas. . He was impressed. Her auburn hair was in a crown braid that enhanced that aura with the high heels. Only the small purse tightly gripped in the small hands showed her to other than the relaxed and cool mannered person she appeared. He stood and smiled at her. ‘Please be seated Madam, how may I be of service to you.’ ‘Mr. Murphy, my name is Mrs. Angela Petrelli. My father told me a hundred times growing up that if all seemed lost and I felt my very life was in danger I should come and see you.’. Jan welcomed the tenderness as she gave herself to another man."Fuck him baby," he moaned into her mouth. Jan need no encouragement.Jan's hands found Allen's head and began holding him in place between her wide open thighs; as if he needed prompting. His tongue was driving her clit wild, her body quivering to the rhythm of his strokes. Jeff recognized the movements of his wife's hips. Her climax was surging closer to release. This was all happening so quickly. His own cock ached.A long. Want to shower with me?" I showered before I came over," Randi said. "I knew where that would lead, too."Meredith leaned over and kissed Brock softly on the shoulder."Wanna quickie before I get dragged off shopping?"Randi put her hand firmly on Brock's shoulder to keep him from rolling atop Meredith."Guess not," Meredith said. "Fucking sex police over there."She rolled out of bed and padded naked to the bathroom. Randi chuckled when Meredith scratched her butt. She had seen something similar in.