Johnson, "But I wonder what all those weird shapes were down there." Oh, he's probably a sculptor or something," said Mr. Johnson."But how do all thos... plants do so well in a basement room without any sunlight?" Mrs. Johnson asked. "They couldn't have been there that long. I wonder what he REALLY used that room for."Me too! thought Gail.After dropping her clients off at the office, she called the homeowner and asked to see the house again. "As a Realtor," she said, "I'd like to examine the. I could have sworn she’d already come.Moving her panties to one side, I nibbled her wonderfully soft, puffy lips but I couldn’t delay — I had to have her naked. I removed her panties and spread her legs. My god she was lovely. Her pink pussy was waiting to be devoured, juice drops glistening like diamonds. I lapped along her slit but avoided slipping between her flower’s petals. Similar with my fingers, I stroked along the same crevice but didn’t penetrate. On the edge of the couch, thighs. .. why had I thought that would work?I had Marcie give me head while I thought about it.In my mind, she would immediately have agreed to that hypothetical; she’d have nodded, I could have woken her up, and I soon would have had some idea of how effective making a ridiculous hypothetical come true was.Just as I was about to cum (sucking cock is something that Marcie is particularly skilled at), I realized why I’d thought she would agree to it immediately, despite its far-fetched nature: Because. "It's much too tight. Did it fit last year when you were just thirteen?" I walked around the desk and quickly undid her buttons, rubbing her mounds with the back of my hands and noting how firm they were. "Doesn't that feel better?" I asked as I spread it over her slim shoulders, unsnapped her tiny center- closing half-bra and tore it from her, leaving her jugs dancing."There. I'm sure that feels better. You will not need this. They are so beautiful; it's a shame to cover them up." I stuffed.