“Then I watched a video where this guy showed how he made crude pottery in his back yard – and I do mean crude. After he and his students had made...about twenty pieces, they dug a hole and did their own version of firing the pottery. Half of it broke and looked like shit. Of course, it looked like shit before they put it in the fire, too. That’s probably what mine will look like – if I can get any to survive the firing. But what the hell, I need something to store my wheat and flour in. Not to. I pulled her up while I was standing and she came and started caressing my cock. Her eyes big in astonishment. she slowly took off the boxer. My dick fell out and was hanging in front of her face, the tip of it dripping in cum. She was surprised, her mouth was open and held my dick and said, ” I was waiting for this dick Sir since the day I saw your bulge in the morning”I said don’t call me sir, call me basu. And suck my dick. I saw how filthy greedy you were that morningShe took the cock and. ..can't wait to get home to fuck it. ...have to have it now!" Jim was again shocked at his conservative wife's complete transformation tonight and the language she was using. Marcus grinned at her regarding the irresistibility of his cock to another horny female. Jessica bunched the skirt of her dress around her waist and stepped over Marcus, so she was straddling his waist while kneeling on the seat. "Gotta feel it in my pussy! Oh, Jimmie ...so big and hard." Jim looked in the mirror. He could. He would then meet David Hayes, Michael’s former partner, to gather as much information as possible. They were running out of time, they desperately needed solid evidence against Michael. For some reason unknown to Brian, he wasn’t entirely sure about Agent Scott’s intentions. Maybe it was instinct or pure paranoia but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Damien felt it too. They never thought they’d find themselves in a case deeply involved with the Mob and with FBI.