" Don't worry about it," Charles laughed. Then he got a little more serious. "Go ahead and buy the wine, but there's something else I actually want fo... Christmas." ... and that is?" We'll talk about that in person," He muttered.He actually sounded a bit embarrassed, so I decided to let it drop."OK. So when did you want to install this?" How about the day after tomorrow?" Thursday's fine by me," I said. "Nothing going on that I can't let slide until Friday." Great! See you Thursday morning."So,. It looked to Sam like the other woman were shunning the attractive mature woman in leather and he opined it was probably because she was on her own and they were a mite bit concerned about the restlessness of their own mates when it came to getting skittish around unattached female private parts. Sam came to the conclusion that the children were not hers because they looked a little too old to be her offspring and she was talking to them more like a prison warden than a concerned parent.He. The images in his head of her naked with her hot friends would make any man hard. She truly was a dirty little slut, his dirty little slut, the slut that had his cock in her mouth and part way down her throat. He grabbed her head, held it in place and pumped his second load of the day down her throat. She finished cleaning him up making sure not to miss a drop, swallowed, climbed up to his face, gave him a peck on the lips and asked, Do you still love me? He just smiled and stroked her face,. He was so happy and never had felt better; yet, he was feeling thisemotional welling deep inside.As he brushed a tear from his eye, trying not to ruin his makeup, hehugged Missy. "Thank you, Missy, thank you."Missy hugged him back and patted his arm. "Honey, I didn't do anythingspecial. I just sold you some dresses." No, you know that's not true. You've always been so supportive and soencouraging through the years. I honestly don't think I've known such agood friend since coming to New York and.