“Are you expecting a shipment of Asian antiques soon?”“Yes. It landed in New York Saturday. It was being unloaded and trucked here.”“Trucked... Why aren’t they flying it on into Chicago?” I asked.“Well now, that’s a good question,” Earl responded. “Apparently the plane is needed elsewhere.”“Do you know if Simon was on the plane?”“I do not, but I don’t think so. When Simon brings in a load of antiques, he sees me directly. It’s a good business if we deal with each other.”“I take it you don’t get. .."Her free hand reached for my hair, gathering it between her clutching fingers. She raised my head up so that she could smear herself across my face again."Is this what you were thinking of?" she husked. "Suck it... Suck my peach..."My mouth attacked her pussy like a thirsty woman lost in the desert. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, dragging her even closer. She placed her palms over them, entwining our fingers. I was so aroused I thought I might go out of my mind. I couldn't get. " Her mouth went suddenly dry. "Mind if I sit?" Dom gestured at the empty chair. She shook her head. Dom sat and studied her. She was still beautiful, but she looked tired and a bit stressed. He didn’t know why—he hadn't been able to speak to her for about three days. Since the profile had come out. "You've been avoiding me," he said gently, making it almost a question. "Yes." Somehow she found her voice. She put her hands in her lap so he wouldn’t see her fingers twisting together. "I'm sorry.. Then one day as I spied mom's pie, I thought to myself why should I go to my room? I could just stay here and look at her and jack offwhich I did. I came quickly and was not sure where to squirt my load and tried to cover my cock head with my hand, my cum squirted all over and made a mess. The next time I did this I thought that it would be okay to shoot my cum on mom's bush and as I neared that point I pointed my cock and let loose a hot sticky load. My cum stuck in mom's bush, the white cum.