.. like jizz."I don't think that's cream." She said."What? What would it be then?" Brad asked."I don't know." Amy replied."Scoop some up in this then.... Brad grabbed a coffee cup and scooped a portion of the sticky white liquid into the cup."That's gross, I'll just mop it up. Could you go man the counter." Amy said."Fine." Brad complained."It's either that or clean this up." Amy said."Counter it is."Amy mopped up the mess almost gagged. The smell was so strong. Then she noticed the book. She. .. I decided to scope things out... for the next several days I'd walk past in the morning and see a guy sitting on his small motor bike, looking around... I was sure he was a bathroom perv... he was in his late 20's... a cutie... sandy blonde hair with aviator mirrored sunglasses wearing blue jeans and a suede leather jacket... I tried to not directly look at him every time I passed by... by the 3rd day i just couldn't take it anymore... I had to find out if he was or wasn't... I wore my too. ."My guard went up. I wasn't really sure if she was on good terms with her ex, the Sheriff's deputy, but I didn't want to take chances, so I shrugged and said, "I can ask around. What kind of fantasies are we talking about?"Samantha blushed deep red before replying, "This is SO embarrassing! You won't tell anybody, will you?"I pretended to think, very hard about that. "Let me see... ! Hmmm! Me, the guy who made and sold you a very expensive fucking machine... Should I embarrass one of my. My mouth fell open and I blushed in stunned shame. You could easily see that it was me through the open driver’s door of the car, sitting in the passenger seat but bent over so that my face was in the driver’s lap, a slight smile on my face and my eyes closed in mute pleasure while I sucked Billy Whittier’s dick until it shot a huge load of sperm all over my lips and face. I watched myself giggle and lick everything clean, using my tongue to gather cum from everywhere until my mouth was full. I.