“Can you give me an example,” Al asked.“If you’re going to dump someone, you tell him or her to his or her face. If that isn’t possible, you...write a letter ... a Dear John letter ... in which you explain things. You don’t leave a one line note or a text message,” Dexter said. “It isn’t right.”“I’ll admit that doesn’t give you much of a chance to get closure,” Al said.“Here’s another. It used to be if you worked harder than everyone else and did a great job, then you’d be promoted. Now they. I offered a drink and she accepted. I told her all about me and I felt her falling for my charm. Oh, they are so easy, these little dolls! ***** He talks a lot about my beauty, my nice long golden hair and my smell; he even likes it when I giggle. It's strange because no one enjoys it when I giggle. This is not right; he seems to be attracted to me, but all he wants is just another lady in the sack. I decided to let him wait for a while and keep myself mysterious. I start to say good-bye, he. "You know very well where I go and why," I shot back. "You don't seem to mind that my work enables you to get new appliances every other week. It looks like you have R2-D2 in the fucking laundry room." Didn't I keep asking you to fix the old washing machine? Didn't you keep telling me that you weren't "The Fucking Maytag Repairman"? Maybe you don't mind living without clean underwear, but I refuse to live like your parents and siblings!" retorted Brooke."I just saw Hartz's Appliance delivery. “As a payback, after splashing Helen’s face with your man cream; you should get your face down into her crotch”. This was a bold suggestion by Iva for Frank.“Sure, of course”. Answered Frank as he quickly lay down on the bed with his face lowered into his friend’s warm cunt. He found the aroma to be overpowering, the taste utterly amazing as he lurched, flicking his tongue up and down the sopping slit, very gently. Helen began sighing and rubbing her pussy back against his face soaking him.