The phone stopped before I was out of the bathroom andinto the bedroom the clock read eight thirty five inthe morning? Oh my god I was going to be lat...! Thepounding on the front door stopped as well and I hearda door slam. When the car roared away, I knew that wasmy car pool. I found I was staggering through theprocess of getting dressed for work. I washed up with a cold washcloth as best I could andused a lot of body spray. I even sorted a pair of myLycra running shorts out and put them on. "You're my baby, you know that." OH, MY GOD!" It's the mother of the family coming. She's covering her daughter's sight with a flat hand. "You sick people! What do you think you're doing! God!"I hear that she's talking German and now I see that it's the German Cancellor, Angela Merkel. "Hey!" the man beside her say in Dutch. His snow white hair and creepy greasy face tells me that it's Geert Wilders: The leader of the Dutch Racist Party - or something like that. He seems like Hitler's grand. Amanda Wilcox at your service! This lug is with me. He is doing the software integration!"Cheryl looked at John and remembered him from yesterday. "Oh yes, Mr. Marshall. Mrs. Phillips is expecting you."John started chuckling, and Amanda knew why. "Cheryl, please call him John. When you call him Mr. Marshall he starts looking around for his dad." They both chuckled louder at this."Alright Amanda. Um, John."John spoke up, "Amanda is quite right, and thank you..." Cheryl, please call me Cheryl". I told Dave to get behind Miki as I pulled myself out of her and then it from under her. While I did that Dave pulled Miki back onto his throbbing hard on. Still slick from her mouth, it slid into her effortlessly. They started out with a slow rhythm, enough so that when I say in front of her she could easily take my dick in her mouth. Back and forth she rocked like a piston. A true spit roasting. But I could see Dave's face starting to get more intense. And with that his pace increased. Slowly.