Maggie was standing under her mother, at the spot where she can look up her mother’s dress, when Bart said to his mother; `` Mom, I need the bathroo... as I need to pee.’’ Marge said; ``Honey, I love you to be here…but I have something instead.’’ Marge rushed to kitchen and came back with a large metal bowl container. Marge said; ``Honey, pee into this.’’ Marge held her son tight as he peed as hard as he can. Marge slid her hands under Bart’s jacket and around his waist. She and Bart kissed. The faint beat of the trip hop music that played through hidden speakers seemed more twisted and looped. “Sometimes I think they try to hard to be cool.” Christie turned her head. Next to her sat a man in a suit. The jacket laid across the back of the chair with the tie. The liquid in his glass was amber. Whiskey or Scotch, maybe? He turned his head towards her and spoke again. “I mean we all know fundamentally what drinking and pulsing music can lead too.” Christie watched as he turned to. I could see him shuffle in his seat which was a clear indication of his own arousal which he was trying to hide albeit unsuccessful and I asked him for a pen so I could sign, I signed and passed him back the clipboard and saw his glass was empty and Gary had a smile on his face having secured an order, turns out he had just started this job and I was his first sale, time to celebrate.“Let’s celebrate with another drink Gary” I blurted out as I bent down to get his glass, he thanked me profusely. No nuts.”“Good,” Chloe said firmly as she licked Tony’s balls. “I don’t like nuts in my cookies.” She bent down and kissed the head of his prick, feeling his pulse as it throbbed though his cock head against her lips. She felt him gather her hair up more to get a good look at her face as she blew him. “I don’t know why guys like that,” she thought as she slowly ran her lips down to the bottom of his shaft. When her lips reached her hands jacking his base she switched down and gave a long, slow.