Well you just can't!" Actually, I happen to know a bit about marketing. We'll keep hitting them over the head with the message until they've heard it ...nough times that their automatic responses kick in. You know the ones: 'I've heard that a lot. It must be true.' It used to work for the crap they sold on TV and it'll work for us, even easier because it is true. Wait and see. We're in a time when change is forced on all of us, so we're in the habit of re-examining our old ideas. People will come. Looking into the reflection of her mirror she noticed the smear on the surface left by the cleaning polish from this morning. Reaching up she wiped absentmindedly at it, her mind wishing she could wipe away the years as easily as she could wipe away the mark upon the smooth surface. Wipe them away and start again. Start afresh. A small smile broke upon her face, and her eyes rose back up to stare at herself. Eyes that once were deep green and sparkling gazed back dull and faded. Skin once firm. ‘I didn’t think you were here,’ Kate said. ‘I’m here.’ ‘I can see that now.’ Kate came into the kitchen and when she looked at me I almost looked away but I caught myself. Why should I look away? I didn’t have anything to feel guilty about so I looked directly at her and she looked away. ‘Do you want to talk?’ Kate asked. ‘Not yet.’ ‘When?’ ‘After you get your things together we’ll sit down with a beer and talk,’ I said, in a voice so calm I surprised myself. Kate went about her business. I walked to the head of the bed and gently pushed Bill back into the pillows, telling him to rest his mouth and tongue for a minute. Carla, missing the touch of Bill’s tongue snaking deeply into her pussy, thrust her hips up in the air, asking for more. I began to toy with her pussy, using her own dildo. Carla loved her toy and increased the fucking motions on Bill’s dick with her hot mouth. Each ridge on that glass shaft generated a new wave of pleasure as it forced her pussy lips wider and.