"Perfect for makin' soup and makin' love..."What a way to spend a nasty Sunday: make happy, giggling love, watch an old movie, stir the soup, eat, tak... a nap to the occasional sounds of wind-driven rain striking the walls and windows. Make love again. Go find another movie. Reheat the soup for dinner. Play cards with the TV on in the background, shower, go to sleep with the most perfect partner imaginable.Monday morning's weather wasn't any more pleasant than Sunday's. If anything, it was. It wasjust one day, what could it hurt to take a day off anyway, he thought?The rest of the day now floated through Chris' memory. Watching the soapoperas, helping his sister with her hair and make-up, throwing a hissyfit and crying in front of his mom, and then, only moments ago, gettingexcited at how pretty Molly's dress was in front of his sister and mom.He contrasted his day with the memory of Johnny walking back to hishouse after the ballgame. He was so dirty and, with his bloody. It had the amenities of a 4 star hotel, but the layout and feel of an expensive town home. After stepping in, she looks around. The entryway opens into a luxurious living area, with a huge leather sofa/recliner combination facing a huge flat screen on one wall, and a matching love seat facing a richly adorned fireplace. There is a bar, dividing the living area and the kitchen. She sees on it a couple of bottles and a pair of glasses. She leaves her small bag at the entry way. As the door closes. He asked to stay but this bar is ready to service another man. My friend said he's black. Mmm this time I am in.While we wait for his arrival I check on Risa's silk black panties and she's dripping wet. I lick her off and told her the next one we are fucking. He walks in and sees me and Risa and Risa is leg spread wide open panties wet vibrator inside and max speed. My friend locks the door and lights a cigarette and says in broken English please fuck. I wasted no time dropping on my knees and.