Though it was now nearly 2:00, she crawled back into her fresh warm bed to have hot coffee and a couple of cigarettes while she read, the space cozily...contained by a narrow spray of yellow light from the incandescent cone on her nightstand. She coughed and sipped and read and spilled ashes and read more until — like every night — she killed the light and lay there tripping down through shuddering layers of sleep, her brain half-mad from caffeine and someone else’s words. Nurturing those murky. You start playing with your breast and take those huge tits out one by one. I start teasing your click touching it lightly like a tongue and straddle over you knees either side and my hard cock sticking to my belly button. You grab it and feel it pulse in your hand. I rub your clit faster and harder.I take your hand from my cock and you get your tits into position as i slide my burned sausage between your cleavageWe get up and move into the lounge i sit down on your sofa and take off my. ?My parents are rich hippies? McCoy snorts. ?And I can tellyou about them because no one can fire my dad, since he owns a Fortune 50plastic company.? McCoy noticed a curious dynamic between her parents as earlyas age seven, when it became clear that although her mother had a rather livelynight life, her father was always home babysitting McCoy and her brother Phineas, now a male baton twirling champion. ?Mom was always in charge? McCoy says. ?I didn?t find herwhips and see Dad?s scars til I was. “Bethan! Bethan!" he shouted, "do you need a lift?” He needn't ask twice. Her sexy boss offering her a lift home! Getting in, she thanked him, told him about the forgotten umbrella, and he replied jokingly it wasn't like his secretary to forget things, otherwise he'd be looking for another one. Beth knew he lived out in the country and her place was more or less on the way there. Never been in his car before, she thought, plush! She didn't get out of the office much while working, except.