She's a beaut, not stuck up like this yolk sitting on front of us. Then they went quiet for a minute before i feel something on my head, I put my hand...up and could feel liquid starting to pour down my face. "What the fuck?" Did you just pour beer over me? "Ahh go way you dry cunt, if you dont like it sit somewhere else". I was in shock, I took tissues from my bag, but as I went to dry myself a hand came from either side of my seat and grabbed hold of my tits. I try to get up but he manages to. "Sit down, please, I was just explaining to your mother why I requested her presence at this meeting, now where was I!?!" "Uh, you were saying something about Brittany's undergarments," Joanne Reeves replied, "that they weren't supportive enough..." "That's correct," Carla Collins replied, "what your daughter calls a bra is nothing more than a piece of lycra being asked to perform an impossible task, and if I do say so, I think that you have been completely derelict in your duties as a mother!". ” He says “tell her to tell my wife too”. She won’t tell anybody either as she hates it when all the guys come to the garage to see my trains". When I come back upstairs, Tom is by the door and we go out the back door and I follow him to his garage. He unlocks the door and we go inside. He turns on the lights and locks the door. His train set is very nice and still under construction. He leans against the table, unbuttons his slacks and unzips them. He drops them and says “get at it Bob, I. Bob had kept the lighter, determined to own the joke.He gave a cigarette to his gorgeous companion, who had cat's eye glasses and curly auburn hair, a look he was partial to, and tried to light it for her. The wind blew it out instantly. He cupped his hand to try to keep the flame alive, but it was no use. The wind had really picked up.The woman pulled close and he breathed in her heady scent. His cock got hard quickly. Then she touched the end of her cigarette to his and breathed in, lighting.