“Mmm you sure know how to give a great blow job!” he complimented. He smiled up at Paul, who watched her head go up and down on his cock.“Be car...ful someone doesn’t see Santa getting a blow job,” Paul joked.Claudia continued pleasing Dan, allowing the driver a clear view of her wet pussy and hard nipples.“I know you wouldn’t have time to make me cum but I do have time to make you cum!” She smiled and returned to his cock.He felt her tits then slid his hand down between her legs. Two fingers. She smelled wonderful. Herterrific breasts were almost exactly at my eye level, so I could stareand not be considered a pervert for doing it. I was glad for the looseshorts so my growing cock wouldn't be noticed. After all the arousingevents of the day I wished I could finally cum. "Angela did a nice jobon your legs," she said as she worked. "They look very nice andsmooth." She finished the trimming, then turned to put down the scissors. Then Inoticed that she was dipping something into. Halfway through the day, Connie comes into his office, closing the door behind her when he says come in. “Donald, how is Emma doing? Is she alright after what happened?” Connie asks and Donald can hear the real concern in her voice.‘Emma has that effect on everyone it seems. She can so easily get under a person’s skin, making them all care for her so much’, Donald thinks. ‘Even Karen and Julie, not interested in Emma that way, but asking if she is alright and what she might like.’Donald. Or, for that matter, how he got to Omaha. One minute, he was panicking, the next, he was standing in a funeral home, breaking down in front of Valerie’s grieving parents. And no matter what anyone said, her parents, her friends, his family, a legion of psychological professionals… No one could divert him from one inevitable conclusion: there was something he could have, should have said, that would have kept her from getting in that car and driving away. And if he had, she’d still be alive.