Gloria’s father had told him she’d graduated in media communications and had been working in public relations in her husband’s company until the...time of their divorce. Buck thought at the right moment he’d ask Gloria to become his full-time campaign manager. Buck dropped a hand over his dick. Did he wish to shaft Gloria, so what if she were carrying a bit of extra weight? Answer: yes. He squeezed his dick. Did he really respect Gloria? Buck unconsciously placed that hand back on the steering. Sofia was wearing a leather mini skirt and black silk blouse, which barely concealed her luscious and silicon enhanced breasts. Then, after excusing themselves from the men near the pool table, Sofia took Darla's hand and led her to the bar where they ordered the strongest mixed drinks the bartender could make.It was Sofia who made the first move, while they sat at the bar, as Darla mesmerized her with the decadent details of her sexual escapades over the last several days. Darla responded in. I turned to look at him. "Yeah that was NOT sexy."He tried to smile, to lighten things up. Sometimes that worked, other times it would just piss me off more.He reached out to touch me. I leaned away from him. The ick factor was still strong."I just thought it would be really hot..."I gave him a look, and he dropped it.But he didn't.He was a sneaky bastard and usually got what he wanted. I guess that means I would let him get what he wanted, but hey, he's the bastard, not me.It was subtle at. Carter, now clad in a silk bathrobe, walking out of her room toward me. I mumbled that I was fine. “Sit down for a minute, won’t you?” She gestured to the sectional sofa in front of the television. “I don’t think I should… my suit is wet.” I said. She opened the hall closet and retrieved a towel. As she walked by, that floral scent hit me again and I felt my penis shift slightly. She bent over at the waist and spread the towel on the sofa. The robe, which had been hanging to a few.