I worked up my best bewildered face. Whoa, wait, what? You mean youre not? Always a critic. He chuckled again. Are you hungry? I was thinking about or...ering a pizza. I was starving. No, Im good. But if you want pizza, make sure you order from Gonzos. They have real pizza, not the frozen dough crap. Having grown up down the road from a pizzeria, I was known to be picky. Matt was smiling at me, his blue eyes sparkling even in the dim light of his new living room. Again, it seemed as though he was. While they were gone I decided to clean their cars. I was sixteen years old and Dad gave me his old clunker when he got a new one. Mom said that Dad went through a mid-life crisis and that he bought a chick-mobile.I had nothing better to do that Saturday so I decided to wash and wax both of their cars. After that I decided to clean them out. Both of my parents were messy and thought that the backseat was a trashcan.I got a big plastic trash bag from under the kitchen sink and started with Dad’s. If I negotiated through the problem in the morning often there was another phone call early in the afternoon. The average was about eight a week as I have discovered that I'm not a bad phone negotiator. I used to double park in the tiny teachers car park and stroll into the office foyer and check out Tommy's office to see if it was empty. If it were I sat in one of his visitor's chairs, if not I'd plunk myself into the chair in the foyer. I'd smile and greet Helen, Rita or Mary through the. Every time I sawed back and forth I could feel Carols lips and Claire gave a shudder as my prick rubbed her. I then stopped pushing so far forward but told Carol to continue to seek my cock head with her lips and tongue, eventually I could feel her tongue licking her daughter’s pussy as well as my prick. I then moved back completely but told her to keep licking, moving to the side what a sight to see, Carol on her knees licking and pushing her head into Claire’s pussy, Claire had her hands on.