After it arrives at a hub, we throw the vending product on bakery shipping orders, as space filler. This saves us a lot." How much is a lot?" Millions... really. We bill out all the mixed product shipping to the bakeries, not to the Lucas Company." Joyce seemed pleased with her explanation. My father didn't look happy, and neither was I. No wonder the Lucas Company profit margins were so high. They were free loading a good part of their shipping off on the bakery shipment costs."How is that a. I combed my hair and wrapped the towel around my lower torso before opening the door and stepping into the room with Carol. Carol was seated in a chair with a water class half full of champagne in her hand. Next to her were the two bottles of champagne nestled in ice buckets, ‘So she did leave for a minute.’ I thought to myself. I looked around the room but I couldn’t discern anything else different and I wondered again about her mention of a show. I took another step into the room and Carol. Pearl tried to turn her head to him as he pressed the shaft of his erection between her pussy lips. He consoled her, shushing her between kisses as he pressed her leg down tightly to her other, with his cock firmly held between them, made to rub against the wet folds of her twat and over her swollen clit. He guided her hand to cup and caress the head of his dick as it moved beyond the confines of her pussy, to keep his cock tightly held in her cunnys wet heat. He began to fuck the tight space. ”On the screen, Mom's sweater was off and her partner was licking the slopes of her tits between the huge cups of her full-coverage bra while she fumbled with his belt buckle.“Turn it off, Peter, please. I don't want you to see this.”“Are you crazy? Do you think I haven't watched it already? I've seen the whole thing, Mom. I've seen it all. I've seen your gorgeous naked body while you suck his cock—”“Peter, stop it!”“—then I've seen those fantastic tits heaving while you ride the lucky.