. it was... it was!What’s more, knowing just how Julia must feel about it was the cream on the cake... I must, thought Melissa, plan a little amusem...nt for this afternoon. Perhaps Julia could, in some way, be involved. She would have to think about it. No problem there. Plenty of time. Lying there under the awning, shielded from the direct heat of the mid-day sun. Something nice to think about... Melissa closed her eyes.She was a most contented woman.An hour later, Melissa had had her lunch and. “But…” he began slowly. “You just said he’s angry at you as it is for quitting. And he gets upset at you for doing one small thing wrong on the job, like leaning. He probably won’t forget that as soon as you quit. It doesn’t look like he’ll say many nice things about you anyway, and you can put this place on a resume as a past place-of-work without listing him as a reference. Why don’t you just do that?”Lauren stared at him for a few seconds, her eyebrows performing the world’s slowest dance.. Maybe he was OCD, anal, controlling, or maybe just very thorough. His large broken in leather chair looked comfortable and inviting, but held an air that spoke of a confident and potentially powerful man. I couldn’t resist sitting in it for a minute and taking in his domain. Looking over his desk again from this angle I noticed the one thing that looked totally out of place in his manly office. I reached for the overly decorated pencil holder stuffed with pens and smiled. It was a soup can. ...stop''her son trying to stop her , pull on the couch ass up falling on her lap, face down on the couchhe felt something vibrating on the couch and saw mummy panty on the side , moving on the couch on something , in her dress she was humping on a vibrator moving her son pants down ''no mummy wait''the small white ass was gaping and wet his boxer a goey cum messslap slap slap''my boy was fucked in the pussy again, dont lie to your mom''''stop stop yes yes i was fuck mom ''''good boy tell me,.