‘Who’s that?’ she asked Sara when she came back from the photocopier. ‘He’s the new sales rep.’ ‘And he hasn’t worked here before?’ ...��New’ generally does mean that, yes.’ Sara looked at Lucy as if she was stupid. ‘Jesus, you really killed a lot of brain cells on Saturday night. Be careful, Luce, binge drinking is seriously bad for your health.’ She frowned and shook her head. ‘I read that in Heat magazine last month so I know it’s true.’ ‘At least I had some fucking brain cells to begin with!’. Her tits were everything I had imagined all those times masterbating to her. At that point we noticed the growing bulge in my husband's pants. She didn't want to "cheat" on her husband, but agreed that my hubby could watch, and then join in for all but oral or intercourse from her. He looked like he would pass out when she said that I should lay back and let her be the first woman to taste my pussy. I did as I was told and lifted my hips as she pulled my jeans and panties down past my hips.. My store being successful, I finally answered. Are you currently happy? he pressed on. Again I pondered the question and his real intention for asking such a question. Of course, I am happy. I enjoy my life and have very few regrets. What regrets do you have? he asked, pulling out one word from my response. Well of course I have made sacrifices to have a successful store, mostly in regards to losing touch with friends and making White Wedding more important than any relationship. Do you regret. We tried to get Richard enthused, but he seems to prefer football, and the other, earthier, endeavors to playing gentleman's games. Do you enjoy playing?" Yes, ma'am. It's a lot of fun, and hard too." Do you play tennis as well? Brenda's quite interested in the game, aren't you dear?" Yes. I was talking to Kenny about tennis at the club, and he said he might like to come out and see if it suits him. He wondered how he'd get back here after though." I'm sure it wouldn't be any trouble for Hans.